#everyone knew they were in love even before they admitted it ty
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the girl across your street
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader
Summary: "Hi!" You exclaimed, mouth jutting as you shook from the cold, that was oddly hot? You couldn't explain the feeling, being this close to Jenna in the freezing cold, every sense you had was malfunctioning. Nothing really prepared you to meet the girl across the street, the girl that caught your heart in mere seconds.
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Warnings: Swearing. Other than that, I believe none
a/n: i'm new to writing in tumblr so apologies if its not the best!!
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Invisible string.
That was the saying for those who believed there was some string of fate binding people who were destined to be together, or for anyone who believed in love for that matter. It's a sweet thing, you'd admit, but you can't just shake the feeling that it's not entirely true. Given the fact that you spent so much of your life waiting for that person tied to your soul to magically appear in front of you, you were growing weary of love. It's not that you've entirely given up on it; hope was definitely there, but it just feels like your string was loose by the person who was tied to it.
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'All along there was some invisible string...
tying you to me...?'
Music from your wired headphones was blasting in your ears while you took your morning walks around your neighborhood. The air was chilly and took upon like an ocean breeze. Ever since winter came, you were always going on walks than usual; it was your favorite time of the year. Snow was starting to build up on roads, and it was even snowing as you strolled down. It was only 7:00 in the morning, and you were already feeling slightly happy.
Your neighborhood was a small one, everyone knew each other along with their secrets. That's why you should let it all out before it becomes the number #1 talk of the town.
You'd take different routes every day, and soon enough, you became familiar with everyone and everything. A smile played on your lips as you allowed snow to fall on your body, and let the music take over your steps.
But something changed when a girl across the street recently moved a couple weeks ago. Everyone welcomed her but you.
It was an unspoken rule in your area to always greet a newcomer whenever you pass by their house. But you? You were too afraid.
She was stunning, that was an understatement, she was too stunning. She's like a breath of fresh air after a long walk, she's like an untouchable star for people who study astronomy, she was everything to you.
You knew of her name, yes, it was Jenna. But did she know yours? You only hoped so. Ever since she caught your eye, you only ever took that route instead of the other ones. Your morning walks would never be the same now that you have something, someone rather, to look forward to. You even started waking up earlier than usual to catch a glimpse of her.
You wanted to talk to her, you really did, seeing how she consistently wakes up at, like, 5:30 in the morning to sit on a bench, engrossed in a book. Hell, you even bought the same book she was reading a couple of days ago to understand what she likes.
Sometimes, she would just sit there with closed eyes, Sony headphones on her ears, immersed in her music—a sight that warmed your heart, seeing how close she is to her own music like you are to yours. Maybe that was a conversation opener? To ask what type of music she likes listening to? But then again, how many random strangers you live with randomly asks you on a cool winter day what type of music you listen to.
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You find yourself unconsciously walking down the same road that never failed to make you giddy, knowing that you'd find her sitting down on a bench, either reading or listening to music. One of your favorite moments of the day, you'd say.
You look up to your side, and there she was. Jenna. A little crush you formed on her was starting to take over your heart, wanting to fill it until it was no longer yours to beat. A faint smile ever so slightly graced your lips, taking how she was still in her PJs yet so effortlessly breathtaking at the same time. A beanie pushed down on her bangs, slightly covering her eyes, and she was, obviously, wearing her wired headphones, listening to music with her eyes closed. Oddly, she has her Sony ones still wrapped around her neck.
Then she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting yours.
Oh fu—
"—FUCK!" You screamed as you landed face-first on the pile of snow that had built up on the side of the road. You tripped on a fucking crack on the sidewalk.
You heard laughter, followed by more laughter from one of the prettiest voices you ever heard in your entire life.
If you stand up now, you'd face one of the most embarrassing moments of your life that would play every time you go to sleep, and if you lay in the snow forever, you'd probably freeze to death and still embarrass yourself in front of the girl that was beautiful than any forms of nature. Not a lot of good choices.
You started to get up, shaking your face to get the snow that stuck to your face. Then you heard footsteps coming your way, a hand extended out to you. You could only hear the faint sound of her voice, "here," she muttered, and then the whole world went silent as you reached for her hand then pulled yourself up.
Shit, she's even prettier up close.
You start to wonder if she was even real or not.
"Hi!" You exclaimed, mouth jutting as you shook from the cold, that was oddly hot? You couldn't explain the feeling, being this close to Jenna in the freezing cold, every sense you had was malfunctioning. Nothing really prepared you to meet the girl across the street, the girl that caught your heart in mere seconds.
She chuckled, "Gosh, You're freezing!" She took your hand yet again, and you felt warm. Warm enough to start a fire, her hands fit perfectly into yours, and your freezing palm was melted by the slight touch of her fingers. "Here, come, let's get you warmed up."
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The inside of her house was warm to the bone, it was unlike any other, even if all the houses were built the same, but Jennas home felt like it was built by the Greek Gods themselves. It was perfect, and all too comforting for you, hell, you'd live in this one if given the chance. There were pictures of her family across the living room, and her dining area was right near her kitchen.
You didn't really know this day could come, to even get a slight interaction with Jenna you had been undoubtedly crushing on ever since she arrived in your neighborhood, and now you're literally in her place, warming yourself down because you trip over a damn crack.
You were sitting comfortably, but also had this shiver in your spine, on the chair she had offered you. You had your hands wrapped around you while you were staring at Jenna who was preparing hot coffee for the both of you. You insisted on making it yourself, considering how you were the book-perfect description of a people pleaser and would rather jump off a cliff before you ever make someone do something nice for you, but she persisted on doing it herself. 'A thank you for making her day slightly better,' she had argued.
"People don't often invite other people in their houses the first time they meet eachother," you remarked, your voice slightly jittery from the cold, and mostly how you're talking to the girl of your dreams.
"You seem nice enough to not murder me. Seeing how most murderers don't really fall face-first into the snow." She grinned, a sight only you could really fall for. Apart from cracks on the sidewalks.
She approached you with two steaming coffee mugs then placed it down on the table, one for you and one for herself. "Also, I already knew you." She mentioned, taking a seat and cradling her mug as she gaze locked with yours.
You furrowed your eyebrows, eyes squinting. She knew you? As in, the pretty Goddess you've been anticipating seeing every morning, knew you? Well, it was definitely expected, but you never really hoped she would notice you. Considering how many people must walk pass her house.
"You... know me?" You pointed towards yourself. "Thank.. Thank you for the coffee, by the way."
"You think I wouldn't know the girl who wakes up so early to take a morning walk?" She exclaimed, "I sometimes hear the music playing in your headphones. You really do jam it all the way up, huh?" Her mouth curled up into a smile before blowing her mug and then taking a little sip.
"You're..." She closed her eyes, lips forming in a line as she snapped her fingers, "y/n! Y/n, right?" She clicked her fingers as she pointed towards you, her dimples showing from her smile.
At that moment, your heart was definitely skipping a thousand beats, and you couldn't help but let a smile come out. Her dimples might just be your favorite thing of all time, apart from your favorite snacks and TV shows.
"Yeah! I'm y/n. And you're Jenna, right?"
"One and only, I guess."
Time passed, and you both settled into a space that felt comforting. Jenna admitted to feeling nervous initially, considering she only knew you from observing your morning walks outside her home. However, the moment you spoke, she found herself at ease.
Before you realized it, the clock showed noon. Four hours had flown by, and in that time, you felt like you knew her. Maybe not on a personal level, but like someone you'd consider a friend.
"You'll walk by here tomorrow, right?" Jenna questioned as you stepped down from her porch.
"Yeah, of course!" You turned around, showing two thumbs up, slowly walking away with your back turned before she smiled at your antics.
You started to walk back to your house, headphones now jammed into your ears. The way she talks, and the way she makes you feel comfortable—even after meeting just a couple of seconds ago—exceeded your expectations. The way she smiles, the way she acts. Everything about her, from her actions to her demeanor, painted a picture that made you feel so at home.
You loved Jenna, fuck you loved her. The girl across the street, you loved her so much, you only realized the intensity of your emotions once she had invited you into her home. You were head over heels in love, it was over for you.
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a/n: thank you for reading, im absolute shit with writing endings. also! this will have a part 2 soon!!
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the blurry line between friendship and something more
bachelorette series - trailer ▸ part 1 ▸ part 3 ▸ part 4
synopsis: the second day on this season’s bachelorette involves our first group date, a solo date with last night’s lucky winner, and of course, a rose ceremony to say goodbye to a few more contestants
warnings: cursing, implied sex, children, mentions of absent parenthood
w/c: 5.3k
a/n: my head is so empty but i hope that this is an enjoyable continuation, ty to all the love and all the readers <3 appreciate u all
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you wake up quite early the next day despite the long night. you pass by sana's door that's still closed, safely assuming she would still be asleep. it's also early enough that none of the producers or costume and makeup teams have come by yet to start preparing the two of you for shooting today, and you decide to head downstairs and make yourself a smoothie.
you cringe slightly as you turn the blender on, the loud whirring blasting through the peace and quiet of the early morning, but knowing sana sleeps like the dead, you're not too concerned about waking her up.
once your smoothie is ready, you walk out onto the patio and take in the slight bite of the morning air, reflecting over the events of last night while the sun makes its ascension into the sky.
you had to admit it was a little funny to see the faces of some of the contestants when sana called you out before the rose ceremony and introduced you as her best friend. you took glee in heechul's reaction in particular, horrified at what you may have said about him to sana, sending a wink over to jacky and eunji and a smile at miyeon who had all looked on in surprise as you took your place next to sana.
the rose ceremony droned on a little after that. sana had eliminated people that didn't leave much of an impression on either of you, you didn't remember any of their names. fitting since the night was all about first impressions.
what was surprising however, was who won her first impression rose. wonsik, the terrified guy that looked like he was going to pee himself every time a woman so much as looked in his direction, must have made some sort of lasting impact on sana that hopefully did not involve actual urine. she wasn't specific when you asked her afterwards, just saying that she had enjoyed her conversation with him and that he seemed like a sweet guy.
this entire thing was making you think maybe you knew sana a little less than you thought.
you sigh. an uncomfortable pit has found it's home in the bottom of your stomach ever since the beginning of last night, and it didn't seem like it was going away anytime soon. you dread what was to come.
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the first group date was underway.
sana had picked miyeon, eunji, jacky, jun, dae, and jiwon to participate. all 6 of them had made relatively good impressions with you on the first night, so this made for a good chance to dig a little more and see if you could eliminate any of these contestants.
it was honestly a pretty intense date to start with, diving right into the nitty gritty relationship questions most couples wouldn't even attempt until a few months in.
kids.
you knew sana adored kids and that she was a natural with them. this date involved everyone heading to a childcare and running it for a day.
this meant you could sit off to the side and laugh at the way eunji and dae looked completely out of depth trying to get a naked toddler that was running around on a tantrum back into his clothes.
you were sitting with jiwon since you didn't get to talk much to her on the introduction night, but with her experience as a nurse, she had a way with kids that made them just fall into her lap and completely calm down.
"did you say anything about me to sana?" she was a little awkward sitting with you, in contrast to the confidence she had last night when she had pulled sana away for a conversation during what you liked to refer to in your head as 'the hunger games'.
you feign indifference, "oh you know... only that you were really rude to me when we first met and called me a" you cover the little girl's ears sitting in jiwon's lap, "whore."
she looks at you in horror.
you burst out laughing, "i'm just joking jiwon don't worry. no i didn't say anything in particular which means you must have made a plenty good impression on your own to land on this group date." you offer an apologetic smile as she collects herself, combing her fingers through the little girl's hair lulling her into sleep.
"well thankyou. i'm glad sana has you here." she says honestly, placing the girl into a cot when she's fallen asleep and tucking her in, "it's pretty daunting to be dating so many people at once. it's good you can set her straight and be an objective presence."
you hum, "you're really good with these kids. is that something you want for yourself in the future?"
"not really to be honest. i grew up with really young siblings and my parents were pretty absent so i guess i got good at taking care of them because i had to. but that's also why i don't really want kids. being a nurse is really tiring and you're on call pretty much 24/7. the overtime is terrible and by the time we finally get off work, all we want is a good night’s sleep before we have to do it all over again. i don't want to have kids if i'm going to be like my parents, if i have them i want to make sure i have the time for them to give them the proper care and love they need."
"i'm sorry you had to go through that." the two of you whip your heads around to find sana there with a gentle smile on her face, carrying a little boy on her hip who looks perfectly snug against her.
jiwon's blushing and shuffling over so sana can join you on the carpeted floor. "there's nothing to apologise for. my experiences have shaped who i am today, it's why i do what i do and why i love it."
"that's admirable. i'm actually someone who really loves kids and would love to have some of my own, but i can definitely see different perspectives." sana's slotting in easily, and you find your jaw clenching at the way she's wrapped an arm around jiwon's and playing with her fingers.
jiwon's fumbling and a blushing mess, "oh! i mean like obviously it depends on my partner! i'd be open to discussing kids with the right person, but yeah like i said, i just want to make sure that the kids get what they need or it can really mess them up."
sana's giggling and you feel completely invisible, quietly excusing yourself to let them talk.
you bite your lip, the pit in your stomach feeling heavier than ever. you want to kick yourself, you have no idea why you're feeling this way, and jiwon seemed like such a sweet person as well, there was no reason at all for you to think she was unsuitable for sana. and yet, watching them touch and laugh and talk together made you feel all sorts of things you weren't ready to delve into yet.
you walk towards miyeon who is trying her best but still looks very much out of her zone.
"hey y/n-" she grimaces as the girl on her shoulder seems to pull on her hair, "bet everyone wants to date me right now huh?"
you laugh, helping get the girl off of her and pushing her towards another group of kids that seemed to be playing some sort of game.
"i'm sure sana appreciates the effort."
she cringes as she pulls something out of her hair and inspecting it before throwing it into the bin with a look of disgust, "eugh. i'm never having kids."
you laugh again, grabbing a comb and offering it to her as she accepts it gratefully.
"so you pulled a fast one on us last night huh?" again, you're struck by the similarities she shares with sana, if sana didn't love kids as much as she did, you'd bet she would be acting exactly like miyeon, screeching and running from the kids afraid of getting dirty or clung onto, kind of like how she would run from birds.
you shove her teasingly as she sends you a light glare, "don't worry. i only had good things to say about you." you smile reassuringly.
"oh i'm sure. i'm perfect anyways i don't know what you could've said that could be bad anyway." she smirks.
you roll your eyes goodheartedly, "actually i think i just found something. better watch your back, next time you pull anything funny i'll just tell sana you can't love anyone more than you love yourself."
she fakes a gasp, exaggeratingly placing a hand over her mouth, "you wouldn't."
"oh i would."
she sighs exasperatedly, "guess i better pack all my mirrors up and head back to file a marriage certificate for miyeon and me."
you spend the rest of the date with miyeon, laughing and joking around, you're appreciative of the distraction she offers and you're glad that she's here. even if you weren't her first priority here, you're glad to have made a friend in her.
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after the group date ends, sana is off for her solo date with wonsik. it's strange being so involved in her dating life all of a sudden. you're used to her telling you about her relationships, the dates she's been on, but now you're directly involved and you're seeing how she acts around the people she's dating. it was a whole different side of her.
that night, there's another rose ceremony. you're with all the contestants again, mingling and talking while waiting for sana and wonsik to make the grand appearance after coming back from their date. you'd overheard from the producers they were going on a helicopter ride and having a forest picnic, all very extravagant and fantastical.
so it's not too much of a surprise when everyone rushes towards the loud engine sounds and rotating helicopter wings yelling and full of excitement.
wonsik steps out first and he turns and extends a hand for sana to take.
she steps out in a stunning satin pale green dress that clings close to her curves and accentuates her shoulders and collarbone and the jewelry hanging around her neck. she's all smiles and holding wonsik's hand as she walks towards all of you.
you down your drink, finding relief in the way the alcohol burns down your throat.
let the hunger games begin.
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sana has been neglecting you today. that's what you're thinking as you down your eighth drink of the night. you're fine though, completely, perfectly, fine fine fine.
jacky's calling for another round of shots and you cheer with everyone as you all down it. you think sana's off with dae or someone but you lost track after the fifth drink.
"miyeon!!" you're grinning as you sling an arm around your new friend.
"woaaah y/n how much have you had to drink?"
"like eight but i can hold my alcohol good trust." you place your hand on your heart in mock salute.
"uh huhhhhhh c'mon let's get you some water."
"no! no water, only more alcohol! c'mon do a shot with me!" you're pouting and stamping your foot like a little kid, trying to drag her back towards the guys who are whooping and calling for another round.
"nuh uhhhh." her firm is strong around your waist as she drags you away towards a semi-secluded alcove and sits you down on the cushioned bench.
"who woulda known you'd be this kinda drunk y/n. sana must have her hands full with you." she's teasing as she gets you to drink a full glass of water, making sure you've drunk the whole cup before putting it away and sitting next to you.
you're pouting, "sana has her hands full with all of YOU actually. she doesn't have time for me here. i don't even know why she brought me here. i haven't done anything except watch her get it on with like every single person here." you hiccup, slurring as you're talking.
miyeon's frowning, a hand at your back, rubbing circles in a comforting pattern, "i'm sure that's not true y/n. you're her best friend, she just has a lot going on right now. imagine dating 24 people at the same time, anyone would have a hard time even remembering all of those names."
"yeah but my point still stands! there was literally no reason to bring me on here! she literally just did it to make me suffer i swear."
miyeon's surprised, "why are you suffering?"
you bury your head in your hands, groaning, "ughhhhhhhh i don't knowwwwwwwww. i just feel so icky whenever i see her while we're filming. like am i just being an attention whore or am i like like friend jealous? it's just so weird seeing her talking to people with like, the intention to be with them."
"well do you have this problem outside of filming? like in your real lives, do you get friend jealous easily?"
you look at miyeon dumbly, "no because sana's always going to come back to me."
she sucks in a breath and you can't tell what the expression on her face means, "what's different now then? are you worried she's not going to come back to you?" she's gentle and soft and you feel so comfortable with her, so easily able to open up to her despite only knowing each other for two days. reality television really does make everything go so much faster.
"no it's not that. she's not the type of person to just leave her friendships behind after she gets into a relationship. she cares too much about people to do that." you lean your head onto her shoulder, sighing in defeat.
"you know what it sounds like to me?"
"hmm?"
"have you ever thought that maybe you l-"
before she can finish the sentence, everyone is being called back into the house for the rose ceremony. tonight, 3 more people were going to be eliminated leaving 16 contestants. you hadn't even noticed that sana had come back from her talks with the other participants, when you spot her, she's looking at you strangely, you've never seen that look on her face before and you're a little scared at what it could mean. you hadn't done anything to upset her had you?
miyeon sighs next to you, "c'mon." she stretches a hand out to you, and you take it gratefully, walking back hand in hand, forgetting what miyeon was saying while thinking about what that look sana was wearing meant.
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you take your place next to sana, a little shakily as your vision blurs and you giggle a little. sana sends you a sharp glare as a hand shoots out to support your back and helping you right yourself. you mutter a quick sorry and stare down at your heels, remembering you're being filmed and most of the country will see this tomorrow.
sana starts reading out the names of the contestants that will continue to stay and you're checking off names slowly in your head. some people you still haven't really gotten to know too well yet, but you were getting a little better with names as you recognise most of the ones being called out.
you cringe when jihyo's name is called out and she saunters out with a bright smile, kissing sana on the cheek before receiving her rose. you smile for jacky, eunji, and jiwon, and it's not really a surprise that wonsik already got a rose on his date with sana.
slowly the roses wittle down, and then there's only one left.
hold on.
you look up to assess the remaining contestants.
miyeon.
you meet her gaze and she smiles at you encouragingly, always the optimist.
there's no way sana wasn't going to pick miyeon for the last rose right? they had hit it off so well on the first night and miyeon was picked for the group date today as well. as far as you know they still had good banter going on at the date and her talk with sana tonight seemed to go off without any hiccups as well.
yeah there was nothing to worry about. sana would pick miyeon.
"heechul."
the next few moments go in slow motion for you. you're dumbfounded as you watch heechul step forward with a sleazy smirk on his face, stalking forward with misjudged confidence. behind him, miyeon has kept her smile on her face but you can see the slight fall in her eyes.
"heechul, will you accept this-"
before you can think, before sana can finish the sentence, you're stepping forward and knocking the flower out of her hand.
everyone looks at you in shock and there's a stunned silence that fills the room for 2 seconds before Heechul interrupts.
"ahaha I will Sana thankyou-"
"No!"
He looks over at you with a smoulder on his face, an eye twitching as he tries to compose himself in front of the cameras.
Sana's snapped out of her shock now as well and turns to you, quite clearly angry with the scene you're making.
"outside. now."
she doesn't give you another second and turns on her heel. you gulp, you'd rarely seen sana angry, she was always the happy-go-lucky sunshine girl, and never was that anger ever directed at you.
"what the fuck was that?" after you'd scrambled after her.
you're still dumbfounded, "w-what? what do you mean what was that? i should be asking you that!? how could you pick heechul over miyeon?!"
her expression grows cold, "that's not your choice to make. much less on national television."
"and that's not an answer! i don't understand sana! you got along so well with miyeon and i told you what an ass heechul was! i don't- i can't- it doesn't make sense!"
"it doesn't have to make sense to you. love doesn't make sense. i need you to stop butting into my decisions. i chose heechul and that's that. miyeon is going home tonight."
"you asked me to help with your decisions! you asked me to be here! and i don't see the point of that if you're just going to ignore everything i say and do what you want. i may as well just go home if you're going to be like this the rest of the season!"
sana's face softens and she almost looks... ashamed?
"i'm sorry. please don't go home. i do need you here. i promise i'll take your suggestions in after tonight... just not on this. please don't argue with me."
you've started to pace in frustration in front of her, "but i don't understand! why? why would you ruin this poor girl's chance with you when she's clearly infatuated already and-"
"she's not! can't you see?! she likes you!"
you pause. what?
sana's blushing and clearing her throat, "anyway, if she's not here for the right reasons then she shouldn't be here anyway. so i'm sending her home."
you burst then, "what?! sana what the fuck?!"
she bristles, "don't what the fuck me! you didn't see the way she talked to you at the group date today! and then just then, her arm around you like you're her girlfriend," she spits the word out, "rubbing you're back and looking at you like that! you'd have to be blind not to see that she has feelings for you!"
"my eyes are right here sana." you point aggressively at your own eyes, "and i can see just fine thank you very much. miyeon was keeping me company at the childcare because my best friend didn't have time for me and left me to fend for my own with all these strangers! and miyeon was helping me again tonight because i was out of my mind drunk! i felt like shit and she was being a good friend while you were off god knows where making out with every other person in here!"
"they're strangers to me too you know?! at least i'm making the effort to get to know them when you barely even know half their names! and that's like half your job here too isn't it? and i'm sorry that i have to talk to everyone here because if you didn't know, we're filming a show and i'm the main attraction so i'm sorry that i actually have to go around and date people because that's the whole point of this fucking show!"
you're both breathing heavily, emotions running high.
a producer finally gains the courage to interrupt the two of you, looking like she wants to be anywhere else, she gingerly comes up and taps sana's shoulder. "i'm sorry guys but we have to get back to filming. the contestants are getting antsy and we need to reshoot that last rose because-" she glances at you with pity, "um yeah. so if we could get back that would be really great..."
sana's tense when she speaks up, "alright. i'll be in in a second."
the producer doesn't look convinced but nods quickly and rushes away again.
sana sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, "go home. you're drunk. i'll get one of the staff members to drive you."
you're about to protest when she interrupts, "you're drunk y/n. and definitely not television ready. go home." she says with finality and turns around, leaving you outside.
you're seething in the aftermath, adrenaline running high and blood pumping. you push off the staff that sana's sent, instead, walking around the side of the house and towards the front where the limos waiting to take the eliminated contestants home would be waiting.
you're still replaying the argument in your head when the eliminated participants finally exit the house. you spot miyeon immediately, her head still held high, and you feel another flush of anger at the fact that she was eliminated.
when she sees you she offers a slight smile, "hey y/n. funny we're meeting like this again. last time we were in this same limo coming to this place all hopes and dreams right?"
you sigh at her positivity, not holding back when you pull her into a hug and squeezing.
"i'm sorry you had to leave like this. i know how you felt about sana. i'm sorry she couldnt reciprocate that."
her arms come up around you as well, and you feel her release a heavy sigh, a little bit of her mask cracking.
"i appreciate that. i hope you take care of her y/n."
you bite your lip, trying not to think of the fight the two of you just had, nodding anyway to reassure her.
"although i know you will. knowing how you feel about her..."
you pull away this time, looking at her in confusion, "what do you mean by that?"
she smiles at you sadly, "you might not realise it yet. but when you do it'll all make sense. i just hope it won't be too late then."
"what- miyeon-"
she's leaving and getting into the car, slipping something into your hand.
"take care y/n. it was nice knowing you even though it was for a short amount of time. i'm glad we became friends. thank you for being there for me during this." she smiles and closes the door, and you can only look after her as her car pulls away.
you look at what she's slipped into your hand.
a small piece of paper with a line of numbers written in neat cursive.
you clutch it a little tighter, grateful for her extension of friendship even beyond all of this, in the form of her number.
you turn to the poor staff member who's been awkwardly hovering behind you and gesture that you can go now. he sighs in relief and leads you towards another car to take you home.
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sleep doesn't come easy. you're tossing and turning. you had heard sana come home and go straight to her room not long ago. you sigh, feeling conflicted. on one hand, you felt guilty that you had almost made a public embarrassment out of yourself and of sana, it was lucky the show wasn't aired live. but on the other, you were still confused how she could think miyeon had feelings for you of all people. it was so obvious to you that miyeon only had eyes for her. she had said it herself on the first night, that she wouldn't be guilty of any cross dating within the participant pool and that she was only set on sana.
a strike of lightning interrupts your thoughts, followed by the booming sounds of thunder.
you sigh, turning again in your sleep, pulling the comforter up higher, trying to find sleep.
then the second thunder crack shakes through the house and you jump up. sana.
you're out the door in seconds, hand resting on the door handle to sana's room. you hesitate. did she even what you there? you knew she was deathly afraid of thunder and lightning. back home you would always crawl into bed with her, shooshing and talking with her, distracting her until the storm passed and she could fall asleep. but you were afraid things were different now after your fight. you had never fought before, and things were so different with the entire show going on.
a third thunder clap sounds out and you hear a light yelp from the other side of the door and your decision's made. you push through quickly, shutting the door softly behind you as you inch closer to her bed. you cautiously lift a leg onto the comforter, careful not to startle her, and make your way under the blanket where she's shivering and crying, curled up in a ball with her hands over her ears.
you curl up behind her, sliding your arms over her midriff and resting your head against her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair. you feel her hands come down to yours immediately, clutching on tightly. she's still whimpering softly and crying but you squeeze against her even tighter, whispering i'm heres and you're okays.
slowly, you feel her breathing even out, she still flinches with every thunderclap, but she's not so tense anymore, uncurling herself but not letting go of your hands.
you're tracing patterns onto her palms, hoping to relax and distract her.
"thankyou." her voice is croaky and quiet.
you hum, nuzzling your nose against the back of her neck, "of course sana. you're my best friend. i'm always going to be here for you."
you feel her tense up again.
you don't want her to push you away so you interlock your fingers, holding her hands firmly in yours, not letting her break away.
"i'm sorry for overreacting tonight. you're right. this is your show and i'm just meant to be here to provide advice, and you can choose whether or not to take that on. but the decisions in the end are yours to make. and i'm sorry i disrespected that."
she sighs, turning in your arms, your heart flips a little at the proximity, but you busy yourself with wiping at her eyes, clearing away the wet tear tracks.
"i'm sorry too. i- i don't really know what came over me. maybe i was just a little scared you'd replace me. you told me on the first night that miyeon reminded you a lot of me. and then seeing the two of you get along so well, and her being able to be there for you when i wasn't, i felt a little angry with myself i think."
"i could never replace you sana. but i need you to understand that miyeon didn't have feelings for me. and i know i need to learn to be a little less clingy and needy, you're carrying a lot right now and you don't need to babysit another person on top of all that. so don't be angry with yourself for that, you've always been there for me in the past whenever i've needed you. and i know you'll always be there for me in the future too."
she frowns, "but not tonight. i wasn't there for you tonight." she brushes your cheek gently, "are you okay? why did you drink so much? that's not normally like you."
you sigh, placing your forehead against hers and closing your eyes, reveling in the closeness and familiar comfort sana offered.
"i don't really know. miyeon was saying something but she never got to finish her thought."
you know sana frowns again at the mention of miyeon because you feel her forehead wrinkling a little. you chuckle, "stop that." you poke her side and she wriggles away from you, pouting.
you hum, "it's hard to explain sana. it's like- like i can see everything now y'know? like i'm there when you're flirting with others, i'm there when you're in the process of getting to know someone and dating someone and it's different because that's not a real experience. like in the real world, i'm not going on group dates with your 6 other romantic interests, i just get the brief summary from you after you've finished the date. and i don't know- i- this is a hard word to use but i think i get jealous? but like- ugh i don't know it's all just so confusing and-"
you blink. a soft warmth is pressing against your lips. then as soon as it came it's gone.
your eyes are wide as you look into sana's equally widening eyes.
"oh my god i'm so sorry i didn't-"
and then you're pressing your lips against hers again. it's addicting. her lips are soft, and fit perfectly against yours, and this feels nothing like all of the kisses you've shared with your various exes. she's returning the kiss, moulding against you, a hand coming up to rest on your neck as you feel her fingers slide into your hair. your fingers come to rest naturally at her waist, which you find is just skin because her top has ridden up a little and she gasps at the cold feeling of your hands on her body.
you take the opportunity and lick into her, earning your first moan that shoots a line of energy straight to your core.
you're on top of her now, and it's your turn to moan into her when you feel a leg lift and press right against where you need her most. you're nipping down her neck, laying soft kisses and licks and she's panting under you, both of your minds hazy with lust and want.
she speaks up first though, "w-wait y/n-"
you hum against her pulse point as you suck on it, biting softly, relishing the moan it rips out of her.
"should we really- ah- be doing this?"
you pause, lifting off her a little, the sight of her panting and out of breath, lips swollen from kissing, hair messy, and a slightly darkening spot at her neck, all of it going straight to your core, as you grind down a little on her leg.
"fuck- i want to. i want you if you want to."
you're back at her neck, licking and sucking a path up to her ear, taking in an earlobe and nipping lightly.
she jolts up into you and you both moan at the slight friction it provides. she's closing her eyes, "oh fuck it- ye-s yes god- yes i need you y/n please."
and that's all it takes for you to reattach your lips, the storm, the show, everything else completely forgotten, just the two of you in this moment. you could deal with everything else tomorrow.
#sana#minatozaki sana#twice sana#sana x reader#twice x reader#sana imagines#twice imagines#sana x f!reader#sana x fem!reader#royaltozaki
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“baby can you call me back?…it’s so lonely in my mansion”
drug dealer bf! gojo x reader
✩ intro for our lovely couple , a look into the beginning of their relationship to start off! 😋 enjoy! ✩
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“Mmmm I think I want…the pink one” Your eyes basically sparkled as you look at the selection of diamond earrings in front of you. Your sunglasses pushed up and out of your face. A array of bags on one arm, and a drink on the other. Iced matcha latte with caramel cold foam. Fresh French tips tapped against your cup as you hummed a happy tune to yourself.
“Of course ma’am, would you like me to take anything else out of the show case?” The jewelry sales associate offered you a wide customer service smile. Who wouldn’t with the amount of money you were charging to the black plastic card tucked away on your heart juicy couture bag. The commission the man was about to make was nearly enough to make him the happiest person in the damn store probably.
“I’ll let you know if anything else catches my eye! Thank you!”
“Don’t you think you’re going a little overboard?” Your friend Utahime pipped up beside you. She had her own set of shopping bags. But not nearly as many as you. She had watched you run that debit card the entire day and she was shocked at how it kept approving.
Well. She had an idea.
Your new boyfriend Satoru Gojo
Utahime watched you hum and tilt your head as you looked at her with a glossy pout on your lips.
“Whaddya mean Ime?”
She laughed at your response and shook her head. “I mean won’t Satoru mind with how much money you’re spending?” Utahime was never not worried about you. Haven been your bestfriend since you were in Kindergarten she knew you like the back of your hand. You weren’t the type to date any guy. So it shocked her when 2 months ago you told her you had a boyfriend. Sheepishly admitting that you had really been dating him for 3 months prior to her finding out. Telling her that she wanted to make sure he was a solid guy before introducing him to your friends. Even though Utahime was familiar with the white haired man. They both grew up in the same neighborhood, Saturo was always the kid in their street that every knew. Every wanted to be friend with Satoru Gojo. Everyone’s PARENTS wanted to make friends with his parents. They came from money, not that Satoru didn’t work for his. It’s just what comes with generational wealth.
“Satoru mind that I’m spending his money?” You snorted back a laugh and took a sip of your cold beverage. “He’s the one that gave it to me babe. And I quote ‘Whatever you want baby’ “ You grin as the associate finally came back out with your earrings wrapped and tucked in a velvet black box. He slipped it in a bag quickly and handed it to you. Your receipt tucked neatly away in its contents.
“The one day I don’t go to a dumb party that Choso throws and you’re telling me he invites his stupidly handsome rich friends?” Utahime grumbles. “I have a bone to pick with that blonde hair runway model”
“You mean your boyfriend Choso?” You tease as the two of you make your way out of the store. Finally enough having done enough shopping for the day. You truly wanted to run back to your apartment and wait for Satoru finish whatever it is he was doing so you could finally snuggle him.
And fuck him too of course.
“He’s not my boyfriend!” Utahime’s cheeks got red. By the looks of the way she’s fighting that smile off you concur and give her a wide smile telling her everything she needs to know. She’s not hiding her crush on you two’s mutual friend that good.
hmm I wonder what time saturo is going to be back…
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Going back to your apartment went smoothly. You gladly put all your new stuff away in your very large closet (thanks to Saturo who insisted moving you into a better place. He said it suits your lifestyle more now. You nearly sunk to your knees at his confession)
You managed to eat something really quickly, shower, shave, and do your skincare with enough time to spare before-
“I’m back gorgeous!” A happy man announced as he stepped foot through your door. Keys dangling on one hand using his own spare to get inside.
You were in the middle of applying your coconut bliss body butter on your arms when you hear him. An excited smile appears on your face. You haven’t seen him since he went back home earlier in the morning and it wasn’t fair! You deserved his time more than anyone :( , it’s obvious he spoils you way too much but to be fair it’s his fault!
“Baby!” You run to him. Looking absolutely delectable in a long sleeve black shirt and some sweats you swore he’d stolen back from you. His clothes were always way too big on you; he was a tall man, not that you wet complaining. His sunglasses were still on his perfect face but the grin that graced his features was enough for you to jump into his arms. You were wearing some tight booty shirts he had bought you, stating that you looked too good in them. Resulting in the only pair you previously owned to be torn.
At least he replaces them tenfold :D
You inhale his scent. You missed him so much. Your heart feels warm. Because truthfully you loved this man. He treated you so sweetly without expecting anything. His love for you was apparent in the past few months. Indescribable feeling of cloud nine and you never wanted to get out of it. His actions, his words, and overall the way he heard you, understood you, and cared for you. Satoru Gojo was a man of his word, keeping you safe and loved was his number one priority.
In the past dealing with assholes was what you were used to, not by choice of course. But after a while you started to despise the idea of finding that someone until he came along.
“You okay pretty girl?” You open your eyes, you didn’t even realize you had closed him. His large hands had came down to hold you up by your ass. Fingers pressed snuggly into the soft skin. Your tits pressed against his chest. Your arms around his neck already scratching that spot in his scalp that always makes him melt.
“Better now that you’re here” You lift your head up from his chest slightly amd purse your lips to ask for a kiss. Satoru gladly obliges and leans down shaking his head slightly and chuckling to himself. His girl must’ve missed him so much. However will he make it up to you?
“Well thankfully your hot sexy boyfriend is here to keep you all warm again hmm? Fuck you smell so good, you know I love it when you wear that coconut shit” Satoru leans down and inhales deeply from your neck. He feels his boxers start to tighten up a little bit. That combine with the way your breasts pressed up against him. He hasn’t touched you all day!
“Take us to the couch-ahh!” You scream as your boyfriend manages to toss you up over his shoulder effortlessly. Your ass right next to his face, he wastes no time giving your left ass cheek a harsh slap before his palm rubs to smooth the red forming skin over. Instinctively you feel your legs squeeze together. Bastard.
“Nah I think we’re going to bed baby girl”
“Damn no hi, hello, how are you?” You snort as he carries you down the hall and pushes your bedroom door open.
“You think m’not gonna converse with you baby? Don’t hurt my feelings you know me better than that” He sets you down on the bed gently and looks down to stare at you.
Your pretty lips swollen from the way he always eagerly sucks your bottom lip when he kisses you.
Those fuck me eyes yours always had his head dizzy.
You slowly rose to your knees as he stood at the edge of the bed. Your hands trailed up under his shirt as you (almost) managed to reach his height. Satoru started down at you, admiring all your prettiness, of course. His hands leaned down to your ass again and he softly started to grope you.
“Take this shirt off, it’s in the way” You mumbled in annoyance.
He snickered at you teasingly.
“Patient baby, I wanna have a conversation with my favorite girl remember?”
“Boo, you whore”
“Your whore though remember?” Satoru removes his hands from you and painfully backs away from your touch. Leaning down really quickly to press a kiss to your forehead. Basically having to force himself away from your touch before he ends up pounding you to sleep in the bed.
Patience HE has to remind himself.
“How was your day today?” You watched him take off his shirt, leaving him shirtless. He then proceeded to take stuff out of his pockets, his pack of cigarettes, his keys, his familiar bright blue flame lighter you had gotten for him as a souvenir from the beach. He swears it’s the best lighter he own and states it’s lasted him so long. The last item he pulls out is a bag containing a pre rolled blunt. You’ve smoked with him once or twice but it really wasn’t your thing, you left that all for him. Despite having the best discount on some of you ever needed any (it was free, Satoru would never charge his pretty girlfriend a dollar for some shit he could cover, a man dedicated to making sure you’re straight).
You sit back still on your knees. Your hands behind you as you watch Satoru walk over to your window and crack it open. His hand already flicking the lighter to spark up his blunt. Bringing the end of it to his lips. He winks at you as he inhales and exhales. Repeating it 3 times before he finally fills his lungs with that familiar sting. Blowing it out and relaxing from how long of a day he’s had. He works hard for his shit, he deserves it.
“It was good, got my nails done, went shopping with Utahime”
Satoru scoffs and his hazy eyes look at you as he laughs.
“Be nice! You act as if she’s your mortal enemy!”
“She’s hated me since like 4th grade. I’m telling you babe I think she needs to get laid immediately before she prunes up or something”
“By who? Choso?”
“Might as well be, I’ve seen him stalking her Instagram” Satoru loves gossiping with you as well, which made your relationship that much more entertaining. Sometimes he’d listen to you talk about drama that’s going on, and he’d always join in with you. Always taking your side / perspective as well. Because Satoru agreed with you without second thought.
A personified munch , in two ways.
You store the new information tucked away in the back of your head to tell Utahime, already picturing the wide smile she’s going to try to hide whenever you tell her Choso was looking through her insta.
Satoru puts his half smoked blunt out on a tray near the window that you had just for him. His muscles relaxing and the stress of the day finally disappearing from his body.
“Enough about Utahime, I’m tryna spend some quality time with my favorite girl. Gonna show me all the pretty thongs you bought later yeah? Lemme see those pretty tits first baby…”
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Your lights were turned off, the window was cracked open letting in the cool cold air in as it makes its way into your warm bedroom. The only light really was the moon shine.
Your headboard obnoxiously hit against your wall, and your bed noisily creaked from the speed in which Satoru was snapping his hips into you.
You positioned on your side. A leg thrown on top of Saturo’s. Your neck and chest littered with purple marks. Your hair was a little messy, and your thin lace purple panties pulled to the side. Revealing your swollen pussy. Your boyfriend’s cock stretching you out nice and wide. Breathless whines leave your swollen lips. The man’s hands held both of your tits in his long slender fingers. The fat of your boobs slip in between his fingers from his harsh grip. Occasionally rolling your nipples in between his fingers. Pulling and tugging making them even more sensitive. As if he wasn’t just sucking them desperately 30 minutes prior as he fucked you with his fingers. The sound of your squelching pussy while he plays with your clit and curls his fingers feel inside of you just like you need. The vision is always engraved in his head every single time.
“Ahh! Fuck, ‘toru!” You look down to where you’re both connected. Your man grunts in response and lets out a hiss as he reaches your g spot just right with his swollen mushroom tip. The angry red tip bullying your plush velvety walls. He wore no condom, which you both knew that was not a good idea , neither of you were ready for a child so it was a little reckless. But cumming inside of you was his favorite part. Tied with cumming on your face or inside your mouth.
Cumming on your ass
He shivers at the thought and reaches down to grip your hips. A shudder escapes down his spine.
“Doing s’good for me baby fuck…” You feel his lips near your ear. His breath fanning down your neck. “It’s all for me? Hmm? Tell me, say it you fucking slut” Satoru demands. His right hand leaves your hip and grips your jaw to turn your head to look at him. Intense blue eyes stare back at yours. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open as your head bobs furiously while you try to keep it still. His pace is unforgiving. He needed release so much, but most of all he needed you to come for the third time.
He was a selfless lover, you always came at least twice before he even came once! Mouth, fingers, and then his cock. That the goal everytime before he pounds you into the mattress.
“It’s all for you!” You wail and squeeze your eyes shit. Pursed lips feigning for a kiss, you feel his tongue trace over your plump lips before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.
“Should spank that ass raw for tryna run from me earlier while I eat my pussy, should’ve played with that swollen little clit till your legs went numb” You feel your stomach tighten at his words. A band inside you is about to snap and you know he’s not that far behind.
The intensity of it all is almost too much, but just right. That perfect balance that only Satoru Gojo can provide. He was your own personal drug, and as cliche as it sounded his words flowed into your veins and released serotonin that had you almost too fucked out to speak. You respond the only way you know how;
“Should’ve fucked my tits, would’ve squeezed them around your big cock and stuck my tongue out for you-“ You gasp and toss your head back on his shoulder. Your eyes rolling back. “Ahh! S-Satoru! Please , please, please” You inhale deeply , tears prickle your eyes from pleasure. A pressure wraps around tour throat as Satoru uses you as leverage to fuck himself harder and faster into your tight cunt.
If that was even possible.
“So fucking naughty- oh fuck..s-so perfect for me. Could fuck you everyday baby…s’what you deserve for being so perfect f’me.”Saturo is pussy drunk as he keeps talking to you through the orgasm that’s sneakily approaching.
“Yes please! Wan’ you inside me all the time- ahhhhh!”
You scream and arch your back. Reaching down to your pussy and rubbing your clit , causing your legs to spasm and you swear all you see is white. Your toes are curled and you know after this you’re gonna be an overstimulated mess. You’d be surprised if you even make it past Satoru carrying you to the tub for some after care before you passed away from tiredness.
“Gonna come inside you baby, gonna claim Whats mine” He spits at you roughly. His balls tighten and before he knows if he’s shooting his hot cum deep inside you. Riding you both through your orgasm and continuing to spill his load and fuck it back inside you. Your soft pussy spurting some of it back out, not being able to keep all of it inside you.
“Fuck I love you so much” Satoru says after a few moments of silence.
“Gonna make you my wife one day I swear” He grins and lets out a breathless chuckle. His famous grin spreading across his lips. His lips find your forehead. He’s still inside of you, but it’s more comforting this way before he has to pull out and clean you up.
“6 months and you got me so fucking whipped for you , you know that? Did you do some of that witchy woo woo stuff and make me in love with you or something? That’s what it feels like when I’m around you” Satoru says honestly. Rubbing soft circles on your back. Your breath evening out.
“Whenever I’m around you I’m at complete peace…I don’t know if I ever knew what that feeling was before you….Eh, I’m being sappy because I’m tired I think” He laughs and shakes his head.
“You good baby? I’ll run a bath for you Im a few minutes” Yawning and scratching his head Satoru kisses your cheek. Slowly pulling out of you. Watching his spent leak out of you.
“Baby?”
Silence.
Then soft snores erupted into the silence. A content smile on your boyfriend’s lips.
You had heard none of what he said but it didn’t make it any less true. He meant every word, and he’d say it a million times over and over again without getting tired.
Because truthfully , you had his heart in your palm. Ball was in your court no matter what. He knew he was never leaving and he only hoped you felt the same. Maybe you would grow old with him just like he saw whenever he was sleeping.
6 months and you’re driving Satoru insane with how much he needs you already.
“I’ll just tell you tomorrow…” Reaching over to snatch his phone he watches it light up, his eyes meeting the bright light as his brightness was turnt all the way up. His lockstreen a picture of you wearing a light pink juicy couture track suit. A clip in your hair, posing in front of the Hello Kitty food truck that came to the city. He had taken you and brighten you everything you even stared at for longer than a second.
(Bought one of everything from the whole truck for you is what I’m tryna say)
He quickly sets at alarm for 30 minutes from the current time 1:30 am , so he could clean both of you guys up and maybe order some late night food.
Satoru pulls the covers over both of you and hold you from behind. His arm tucking around your entire body.
Satoru Gojo hopes he can fall asleep this way for the rest of his life, truly.
For now he looks into the present and what’s in store for the two of you.
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Lean On Me Today
Pairing: Chan x female reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Word count: 1379
Warnings: Masturbation (male), handjob, praise, nipple play
It’s late when Chan gets home. He knows you’ve already gone to bed because all the lights are off and the apartment is quiet. He heaves a sigh and is thankful that you’re not too light of a sleeper; he really wants a shower to soothe his sore muscles before bed.
He kicks off his shoes and heads down the hallway, grabbing a towel and washcloth from the linen closet on his way. Chan makes sure to quietly shut the bathroom door behind him. You may not be a light sleeper, but he’s still not going to make a bunch of noise and risk waking you up.
He turns on the water in the shower, taking the time to wash his face over the sink while it warms up. Chan knows he looks exhausted, but that’s okay because that’s how he feels. A good night’s sleep will fix it anyway.
Steam starts filling up the bathroom, so Chan strips off his clothes and gets in. As soon as the hot water hits his aching muscles, he can’t help but let out a groan. He’s trying to keep quiet, but it just feels so good that he can’t help the noises.
He grabs the washcloth and pours your body wash on it, lathering it up. Chan has his own that he uses during the week, something woody and strong, but yours smells good too. He likes to use it on the weekends, wrapping himself in your scent even when you’re right there next to him.
It doesn’t take long before his cock twitches between his legs, as he thinks about how pretty and soft you are. Chan sighs, not wanting to wake you up for his own selfish reasons. Instead, he wraps a hand loosely around his cock and tugs a few times. His head thunks back against the shower wall much too loudly, sobering him up from the steamy warmth. He decides it’s too risky to keep jerking off while you sleep in the next room; he’s going to make too much noise and accidentally wake you up.
His cock throbs with need as he finishes up his shower, but Chan knows he has enough self control to get through one night without getting off. He wraps himself up in his towel, tying it at the waist as he heads into your bedroom.
You’re sound asleep under the covers thankfully, not having been woken up from his noises in the bathroom. He breathes a sigh of relief and goes to the dresser, carefully opening the drawers to get clothing to sleep in. He selects a pair of boxer briefs and a t-shirt, but before he can take off the towel, he feels a warm body pressing against his back.
“Hi,” you whisper against his shoulder. He would greet you back, but your hand is sneaking past the towel and grabbing his cock. All he can do is harshly suck in a breath as your warm hand strokes him slowly, your lips pressing kisses along his back. “You’re home late.”
Chan watches you in the mirror, as best as he can since you’re behind him. You loosen the towel with your free hand until it falls away, revealing the sight of you pumping his cock steadily. His tip is red and leaking precum already, and watching it disappear and reappear in your hand has him groaning out loud.
“I thought you were asleep,” he chokes out. You chuckle, swiping your thumb over his slit. Chan grips the dresses so his knees don’t buckle, meeting your eyes in the mirror.
“I was, but then I heard you moan in the shower and I knew I couldn’t leave my man hanging.” Your voice is so sweet as you say it, even though you’re jerking him off right now. It makes Chan’s head spin in the best way. “You smell like me,” you add, nosing along his shoulder.
“I used your body wash,” he admits easily. It’s not like it’s a secret that he does it, but you like to tease him in this way. You feel his cock twitch in your hands as he says it, and it makes you feel powerful.
“Good,” you hum, kissing his shoulder blade. “Now everyone will know that you’re mine.”
Chan groans, spinning you around so you’re against the dresser now. “I love it when you talk like that,” he tells you, leaning down for a hungry kiss. You let yourself get lost in his lips for a few moments, but then you gently push him off of you.
“No,” you scold him gently, moving behind him again. You slide your hands over his shoulders, down his pecs and abs, until your fingers wrap around his cock once more. “I want to make you cum just like this, baby. You deserve it, you’ve worked so hard this week.” You squeeze his hip and rub your nose along his back.
“O-okay,” he agrees, his body tense. You resume stroking his cock, leaving wet kisses all across his back. Chan moans beautifully for you, slumping forward against the dresser as he tries to resist turning around and ravaging you on the bed.
Your hand gets wetter with each stroke, his cock leaking precum steadily as you work him up. Truthfully, you want him inside you, but you want to take care of him even more. It’s true that Chan works so hard, staying late whenever it’s required. You want to pay him back for all that he does to support you, starting with giving him a mindblowing orgasm.
“You always take care of me so well,” you whisper, scratching your nails across his stomach gently. The man whimpers, making you grin to yourself. “I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you and everything you do for us.”
Chan feels tears pricking at his eyes. He’s overwhelmed by your praise and your hands on his cock and stomach. “Thank you,” he chokes out, hips jerking forward as you squeeze his tip on the upstroke. “Thank you, baby.”
You shake your head, your free hand trailing up to pinch and pull at his nipples. “No, baby, thank you. You do so, so much for me, even in bed. It’s time I give it back to you.”
Though you’re saying the words, both of you know that you each repay the other on a regular basis. There’s never an imbalance in your relationship for long, either inside or outside of the bedroom. Still, it’s nice to be reminded every once in a while.
The room is silent for a few minutes, only the sound of skin on skin and the occasional bump of the dresser hitting the wall gently. Chan’s so hard he can only hang his head and accept what you’re giving him, low groans slipping from his mouth every now and then.
“Are you close, baby?” you whisper against his shoulder. He can only nod, too far gone in the sensations to speak. You pick up the pace a little, squeezing the shaft every few moments and smiling at the way his hips jerk forward slightly. “Come for me, then we can go to bed.”
Your boyfriend thrusts into your hand a couple more times, then shoots his load against the dresser. You coo at him as he rides out his high, kissing his back until he gently pushes your hand away. You turn him around and drop to your knees, holding onto his thighs as you lick up the cum on them. Chan can only whimper softly as you clean up his softening cock with your mouth, the oversensitivity getting to him.
You stand up, glancing at the cum that’s dripping down the front of the dresser. “I’ll clean that up tomorrow,” you decide, lacing your fingers with Chan and walking over to the bed. You pull him down with you into the sheets, his head immediately going to rest on your boobs as you pull the blankets over yourselves.
“I love you,” he mumbles sleepily, and though his eyes are closed, he gently gropes your breast that he’s not laying on. You chuckle and kiss the top of his head, nuzzling your nose into his hair.
“Love you too, Channie,” you whisper, closing your eyes.
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"You need to leave."
Mick had barely finished tying his shoelaces when you threw him his jacket. "Pushing me out so soon, Hase?"
"No, you idiot, I mean you leave now and I'll follow you out in ten minutes. We'll meet in the car."
"This is getting ridiculous, honestly. I don't know why we can't just say we're dating."
You'd had this conversation a million times before. "You know why."
He groaned, his head falling against the back of the couch. His response was always the same. "It's so stupid."
You and Mick had already been dating for three months when your show's publicist approached you about entering a PR relationship with your co-star, Jacob. You'd flat out refused, but since you hadn't gone public with Mick yet, they'd managed to talk you into a compromise of leaving an 'air of ambiguity' between you and Jacob.
Mick wasn't thrilled, and to be honest neither were you, but it was either publicly ignore your boyfriend and get caught grabbing coffee with your co-star a couple of times a week, or damage your reputation with the biggest studio in Hollywood. That was six months ago, and your season finale was set to air in a week.
"It's just until the season finishes, then we can tell everyone."
"It's been six months, Hase. I'm getting exhausted with all the sneaking around."
You were getting exhausted too. It was tiring staggering your exits from hotels and restaurants, never being able to hold your boyfriend's hand in public. It was also getting annoying wearing sunglasses and a beanie everywhere you went, even in the height of summer. But you'd come this far and the finish line was almost in sight.
It's not like you didn't enjoy hanging out with Jacob. The two of you had become close friends since his character had been introduced as your new love interest at the start of the season. It was also helpful that Jacob was a huge sports fan so him being seen with a formula 1 driver didn't raise any questions. He also loved talking to Mick about cars so he was happy to tag along on your 'dates'.
Like right now, when you and Mick had found yourselves at a group dinner with Jacob, a popstar, two NBA players, and a few more of your co-stars.
"You know I love your friends but I really wish this was just the two of us," Mick took hold of your hand beneath the table, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. "We could be home alone right now eating pasta. I would have gotten to have my desert first."
"I've been promising Olivia I'd catch up with her for ages," you whispered. "I couldn't turn her down a third time."
You would have much rather been at home too. You'd been on edge all day. Your manager was going to ring you some time tonight and you'd been over thinking the phone call since you'd woken up.
Olivia knew what day it was, how could she not when you brought it up any chance you got? She'd invited you and Mick out tonight as a distraction. "I can see the wheels turning in your head, babe," she said from across the table. "I know you're thinking about it."
"It's an Oscar nomination, how could she not be thinking about it?" Jacob asked, tossing a chip in his mouth.
It was true, how could it not be on your mind? As soon as your new film had started being shown to the press, the Oscar buzz had begun. It had only intensified when the film was finally released, and now you had an entire studio worth of pressure on your shoulders. Today was the day nominations would be announced and you were just waiting for your phone to start buzzing in your pocket.
"You'll get it, Hase. I know you will. You deserve it."
"I bet you'll feel like shit if she doesn't get it now," someone said quickly followed by a thud and a yelp.
"Of course she'll get it, the movie's incredible."
"She's incredible in everything she's in!"
You drowned out their chatter, a bubbly feeling slowly growing in your stomach. You'd won awards before; hell you'd won an Emmy for the first season of your TV show, but the Oscars were big. Really big.
A tapping on your shoulder snapped you out of your daze and Mick said, "your phone's ringing."
"Everyone shush," Olivia's eyes widened as you answered your phone. Her whole body seemed to vibrate as you spoke to someone on the other end.
"Okay, thank you," you nodded, listening as your manager said something about press and photographs. "Yeah, I'll speak with you in the morning. Okay. Bye."
The table was silent, everyone's eyes were on you, waiting for you to speak.
"I got the nomination. Best Actress."
Cheers and shouts erupted from everyone at the table. Olivia was the loudest, shouting that she never had any doubt, but your eyes were focused solely on your boyfriend.
He grinned, "ich war mir sicher, dass du es kapieren würdest, Hase."
"I don't know what that means but it sounds like you love me."
"I do love you," his hands grabbed your cheeks, pulling your face to his as he kissed you. Just as you deepened the kiss by slipping your tongue into his mouth he whispered, "ich bin so stolz auf dich"
"Again, no idea," your lips chased after him as he pulled away to look in your eyes.
He went in for another kiss but stopped when Olivia cleared her throat, "as much as I'm loving this moment between you two, there's cameras."
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"Oh my god, I'm going to have to post one of those notes app apologies, aren't I?" You'd been pacing the living room for what felt like hours.
Mick had checked his phone and it hadn't been longer than five minutes. He'd tried to pull you in for a hug but you'd shaken him off, continuing your laps around the coffee table. He'd resigned himself to sitting on the couch and letting you rant. "You haven't done anything wrong."
"People think I cheated on Jacob."
"You'd have to be dating him for it to count as cheating."
"Everyone hates me!"
"I think you're overreacting, Hase."
"You don't get it, Mick. You're not a woman. It's always our fault. They're making me out to be some sort of... I don't know... Sex-crazed adulterer!"
"Adulterer? I don't know what that means."
"Cheater, Mick. I'm a cheater," you finally collapsed on the couch next to him, your hands covering your face.
"Hase. Schatz. Love. Come here," he patted his thigh and you sighed, reluctantly moving to sit on his lap. All it took was Mick stroking your hair for you to bury your face in his shoulder and let out a shaky breath.
"You haven't done anything, okay? It's always just been me and you. You can't cheat on me with me, can you? Plus it's not like you've ever kissed Jacob or confirmed you two were dating. The media made it all up in their heads. Sure you never told them they were wrong and I'm not going to say I said it would end badly-"
"Mick," you groaned. "Not helpful."
"It'll blow over, Hase. I promise."
He looked so sure of his words, his blue eyes full of confidence. He always had a way of putting you at ease.
You pressed your forehead against his and kissed his nose. "You still love me, right?"
He went to turn his head away but your palm caught his cheek, keeping his eyes locked on your own. "Do I need to respond to that?"
"Yes."
"Ich liebe dich mehr als alles andere."
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German translations (idk German so I used a translator)
Hase, Schatz = affectionate nicknames (side note: all german nicknames are adorable)
Ich war mir sicher, dass du es kapieren würdest = I knew you’d get it
Ich bin so stolz auf dich = I’m so proud of you
Ich liebe dich mehr als alles andere = I love you more than anything
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Protective and Proud
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pairing: arthur morgan X female reader
drabble: arthur being protective
summary: when arthur and reader’s night is so rudely interrupted, arthur has to show his protective side.
a/n: sorry for the short writing hiatus, school kicked my ass this semester. this was originally just meant to help me get back into the swing of writing, but i figured i’d share in case someone enjoys it :)
word count: 1,652 words
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You impatiently shifted from one foot to the other, back pressed against the wooden hitching post just outside the sheriff’s office. The sun had already started its decent below the mountains in the distance a while ago, leaving the street lamps to cast a soft yellow glow on the town of Valentine. A few people still meandered about in the street, but for the most part the town was empty. Save for the saloon of course, you often found yourself glancing that way to observe the drunken citizens coming in and out of the swinging saloon doors, laughter and music filtering out into otherwise quiet night.
You fished in your pocket for your watch, glancing down at the little hands that read 7:30. Arthur had told you to meet him here at 7 p.m sharp for a drink or two. You shoved the watch back into your pocket, sighing dramatically, though you urged yourself to be more patient. You can’t even blame the poor man for being late, you know he works himself half to death each day. Hell he probably hasn’t even had time to glance at his watch today. You pulled a cigarette out of the pack in your saddle bag, lighting it up. You absentmindedly stroked your horse’s neck as you puffed a cloud of smoke into the cool night air.
“Thought you was quitting?”, A gruff voice from behind you interrupted your thoughts.
The sudden intrusion made you jump slightly and you quickly turned to see your cowboy walking towards you, reins in hand and the usual smirk plastered to his handsome face.
“Yeah well… maybe next week.” You grinned with a shrug, cigarette dangling out of the corner of your mouth.
Arthur approached the hitching post, tying off his horse alongside yours. “You know…”, he reached forward, pulling the cigarette from your lips and placing them between his own, “these ain’t good for ya darling.”
You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you, and you were quick to close the gap between the two of you. You wrapped your arms around his thick torso, burying your face in his chest. “Missed you.”
Arthur’s hands snaked around your waist, one hand gently stroking your back. “I missed you too sweet heart. Sorry I was late, Marston had me running all over the county chasing some damn sheep.”
You released your grip on him, grinning at the obvious annoyance that laced his voice. “I’m scared to even ask.”
“I’ll tell ya about it over drinks, c’mon.” Arthur snuffed out the stolen cigarette and motioned towards the lively saloon. You happily made your way towards the commotion and the smell of liquor, Arthur following closely beside you.
Upon approaching the saloon doors, Arthur pushed one open and held it for you, allowing you to lead the way. The sudden turn of heads and lingering eyes from the men in the bar were not lost on him, far for it actually. Though you always seemed to either not notice or not care about the curious eyes of strangers, Arthur actually enjoyed it, he absolutely loved being seen with you.
Arthur knew you were so much more than just something pretty to hang on his arm. However, he couldn’t help but to love the feeling he got when he saw the way other men looked at the pair of you, though he’d never admit it. The way they oozed jealousy watching you dote over him, kiss on him, hell even just stand next to him, it was something he’d never experienced before. Arthur never thought there was much about himself to be proud of you. But you, you made him feel special. There was nothing he enjoyed more than to be able to boast about his claim on you. You were his and he was going to make damn sure everyone in here knew it.
Arthur placed a large rough hand upon the small of your back, keeping you close to him as he guided you towards the edge of the bar. He was quick to get the bar keeps attention, ordering you both a glass of whiskey. Arthur was happy to chatter a long with you while you both nursed your drinks. He’d barely seen you all week and was eager to catch up with his favorite girl.
Though the bar was loud, you were only focused on Arthur. The way he intently listened every time you spoke, the way he would often lean in closer just to hear you a bit better, the way his arm always found it’s way around your waist: he was perfect to you in every way. You leaned up to pepper a few kisses along his bearded jawline as he spoke. Suddenly remembering Arthur’s promise from earlier, you quickly pulled away.“Oh! Arthur the sheep! You never told me what the hell you were doing with the sheep.”
Arthur had never met anyone who took such an interest in him and his stories before. Perhaps that’s why he’s always been so taken with you, you seemed to be one of the only people in the world who wanted to know more about him.“Well, Marston had this bright idea, and that’s never a good thing…” he chuckled a little at his own joke, promoting you to roll your eyes. “He figured that we could make a pretty penny by-“
“Miss? ‘Scuse me miss!” An extremely intoxicated man stumbled his way beside you at the bar, much to close for your’s or Arthur’s liking.
“Yes?”, confused, you turned to face him. His face was red and his eyes glassy.
“Miss I-I couldn’t help but to notice you. I was just wondering if I could buy you a drink.” His words slightly slurred together and he propped one elbow up on the bar clumsily.
Still confused you glanced from the man to Arthur and back again. “I’m sorry mister but I’m spoken for.” You tried to be as polite as possible and you figured the man was just too drunk to notice you were there with Arthur.
“Spoken for by who?” The man dramatically studied the room.
You nodded up to Arthur who was standing protectively behind you, so close his chest almost pressed to your back.
“You see… that’s what I was a-suspectin’. But then I thought to myself there was jus’ no way a pretty woman like you’d be here with him.” The man leaned in a little closer to speak just to you, a devilish grin on his face.
You were quick to furrow your brow in confusion.
Arthur chuckled a bit behind you. “Alright buddy you’ve made your point. Now if ya don’t mind we’d like to enjoy the rest of our night”. Arthur did his best to keep it light hearted, but it was hard to disguise his dour tone.
The man made no indication he had heard what Arthur was saying, instead he proceeded to rake his eyes over you. “Miss… I will say, you’re even prettier up close.”
You felt Arthur’s arm around your waist tighten and his chest press into your back as he leaned slightly closer to this nuisance of a man.
“You got fuckin’ hearin’ problems or somethin’?” This time Arthur’s voice was a bit more stern and you could tell he was growing annoyed at the continuous interruption.
This time the guy glanced up at Arthur, but only for a second, for his gaze was back on you in an instant. “Look miss, you give me 5 good minutes and I’ll show you what you’re missing out on.”
Arthur pulled you behind him, positioning himself between you and the drunken bastard. “She said she was spoken for. Now are you gonna fuck off or am I gonna have to embarrass you in front of the lady?” Arthur nodded back to you.
His voice had deepened to that gravely tone he used in very few scenarios, and you found yourself growing a bit hot under the collar in response. You loved when he spoke like that, it damn near sent chills up your spine.
The man raised his hands defensively, “Alright alright… was just having some fun mister.” Deciding you weren’t worth the brawl that was sure ensure, he began to stalk off.
Arthur was quick to grab ahold of the man’s shoulder, pulling him back and glaring down at him. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood fella. Come back over here and I will break your god damn jaw.” Arthur spoke low, attempting to shield you from his harsh words. He shoved the man on his way and turned to give his attention back to you. “Ya okay darlin?”
You heard it all, and the butterflies proceeded to flutter in your stomach. Seeing him so protective of you, it did things to you that you couldn’t explain. You nodded and turned to face the bar, attempting to hide the blush that had crept up on your face.
Arthur moved to stand behind you, arms on either side to cage you against the bar. “You sure do cause a lot of trouble y’know.” He teased, stooping to affectionally press a kiss to your temple. “Can’t take ya out nowhere.” Arthur smiled to himself. He was so proud to be a protector, and even prouder to have something as special as you to protect.
You knew Arthur was trying to be sweet, as he was always extremely sweet. However, the only thing you could think about was his deep timber voice, his willingness to fight for you, to kill for you, and of course his looming figure pressed up behind you. You tried not to dwell on the fact that there was a growing pressure between your legs, and instead pressed your glass to your lips and took a big swig. You cleared your throat awkwardly, “You uh- you still owe me a sheep story”.
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what do you think of the argument some people make that goes along the lines of "zuko was acting entitled towards kataras forgiveness and the betrayal at the catacombs was just a second thought to him"? According to them, zuko failed to understand that kataras anger at him was a direct consequence of his previous decisions and instead blames it on her resentment against the fire nation (the whole "i think she sees me as her mother's murderer" spiel). They also claim that he's a raging misogynist bc of the way he treated katara in the pirate episode, that he didnt remember her name when asking sokka abt the southern raiders, taunting her in the northern tribe by saying she is a big girl now that she's learned some new tricks, referring to the kyoshi warriors as a "bunch of little girls", yelling at mai and acting possessively, mocking ty lee... amidst many other things, including the toxic masculinity accusations ofc. They also condemn his selfishness in helping katara find some semblance of closure. I think a great part of this is just biased hate, but i just wanted to know your opinion. It's okay if you don't want to answer though!
Oh no of course, I think it’s definitely biased hate, because these kinds of superficial “criticisms” only seem to come up in response to people shipping Zuko with the incorrect character. I’ve seen the same people who make these arguments praise Zuko, say they love him, say his redemption is inspiring, etc. in other contexts.
There is a lot to unpack here, but I’ll touch on all these points because I find them interesting. Also, in regards to generally stupid anti Zuko takes from whiny anti shippers, a lot of those came up here which I addressed in detail.
Now, about these particular arguments.
1) Zuko wanted Katara’s forgiveness out of selfishness
Firstly, I never understood this take because in context…Zuko already has what he set out to get when he left the Fire Nation at the beginning of The Southern Raiders. Actually, let’s take a step back here: leaving the Fire Nation. Did these people collectively forget that? Zuko could have stayed in his life of luxury, watched the world burn, and inherited the title of Emperor from his father. But instead, he committed treason, risking his life in the process, because he knew in his heart it was the right thing to do. This is the character you’re trying to smear as a selfish monster?
Anyways.
The Southern Raiders. The scene which kicks off the conflict with Katara is when the group is sitting around the fire, praising Zuko for his heroism and saving them from Azula. He humbly admits he doesn’t feel he deserves the praise, to which Katara agrees and storms off. But the important piece of context here is that everyone else—including Sokka, Katara’s own brother—seems to be on Zuko’s side. If Zuko was purely selfish, he wouldn’t have cared what Katara thought of him. He could have laughed along with Sokka and agreed that Katara was just being dramatic. But that isn’t what happened.
Zuko doesn’t look angry or vindictive here; he looks hurt. He cares what Katara thinks of him; he later says those words verbatim to Sokka.
I also think the fact that Zuko made a special effort to reach out to Katara above the other characters shows that he recognizes that the catacombs incident was much more personal for Katara. Zuko even acknowledges this himself.
Zuko: Katara mentioned it before when we were imprisoned together in Ba Sing Se, and again just now when she was yelling at me. I think somehow she's connected her anger at that to her anger at me.
Zuko remembers their conversation very well. Katara’s anger towards him was different than the others because she felt betrayed on a more personal level. She shared something deeply personal with Zuko and connected with him, and felt deceived when he betrayed her.
In Katara’s mind, Zuko talking about his mother was fake. She tells herself it was just him lying to her and manipulating her to gain her trust, because that’s easier than the idea that he didn’t care. I believe this is why Zuko finds it so important to make it up to her…and specifically why her mother was involved. Obviously Zuko was wrong to side with Azula. But he wasn’t being manipulative or uncaring. He was manipulated himself by Azula, the person who knows how to control him better than anyone else.
So, in this episode, Zuko is not setting out to prove that he’s “good” (he’s already done this); he’s setting out to show Katara that he does respect her trauma, he does understand and respect the weight of what she told him about her mother. Zuko can tell she’s deeply hurt and that he’s part of that hurt. That’s why he wants to demonstrate that his care for her was and is genuine. He never lied to her. And that right there is the opposite of selfishness. This is once again Zuko acknowledging his own faults and taking responsibility for fixing them. He doesn’t even seem to demand or expect forgiveness in the end.
Look at his face. He’s surprised. He did not expect this gesture, although he graciously accepts it.
If Zuko was this selfish, entitled monster people want him to be, he wouldn’t react this way. He wouldn’t even care about any of the points I just went through.
If you honestly believe that Zuko’s motivation was selfish and he was just manipulating Katara’s feelings this whole time, you fundamentally missed the point of one of the show’s most critically acclaimed episodes.
2) Zuko didn’t know Katara’s name (?)
This one is just stupid. I’m sorry. I didn’t know people actually used this argument because it originated as a joke post and you should be embarrassed if you genuinely think this is canon. It comes from the scene in The Southern Raiders where Zuko says “your sister” rather than “Katara” when asking Sokka about their mother.
There is absolutely nothing about this scene indicating that Zuko doesn’t know Katara’s name. The word choice is most likely to emphasize the sibling relationship between Katara and Sokka to explain both to Sokka and to the audience why Zuko sought him out specifically.
And think about it. Zuko has been hanging around 24/7 with them for probably two weeks at this point. There is no way he didn’t catch Katara’s name, if he didn’t already know it. And given how diligent he was in his Avatar hunting days, he most likely did already know it.
3) The pirate episode
Okay I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again…I’m so tired of people projecting some weird, creepy sexual undertones onto this episode. There was absolutely nothing abusive or misogynistic about the character interactions here. It was a very standard (and honestly a bit cheesy) example of a cartoon villain and hero interaction. The fact that you see a female character in any kind of distressed situation and immediately project sexual implications onto it is the real misogyny here. I never see people complain about similar scenes involving male characters:
I could dig up even more examples but can you see my point? The argument that there was any abuse or sexual misconduct on Zuko’s part this episode is absolutely misogyny—but it’s audience misogyny; not Zuko’s. The canon scene would have gone exactly the same way if Katara was male. The only difference would be much fewer disgusting sexual over-analyzations of it by fans.
4) “Little girls”
For this one, an important piece of context to keep in mind is that this script was written in 2005 by a creative staff of mostly men. So we need to ask the question, is this meant to reflect misogyny on Zuko’s part, it is it the bias of the writers?
Another prime example of this is Iroh’s interactions with Jun. Obviously, that was severely creepy behavior and absolutely misogynistic. However, most fans (including myself) tend to overlook that. Why? Because it’s jarringly inconsistent with the rest of Iroh’s character and his purpose within the narrative. In context, it’s pretty obviously something the writers thought was “funny” at the time but aged like rotten milk.
Also, in regards to sexist language during fights, consider all the stupid lines like…
Azula: Who are you? The Avatar’s fan girls?
Ty Lee: You are not prettier than we are.
…in the Kyoshi Warriors vs. Dangerous Ladies fight. Seems like this is just a writer bias issue, personally. When have men ever been normal about teenage girls? Right—never.
I get this is a slippery slope, so my approach is to compare Zuko’s lines like this to everything else we know about Zuko and ask the question: is there anything about Zuko’s character that indicates he views women as inherently inferior or lesser?
Well, no.
You know what is a trend for Zuko? He focuses on putting down his opponents by acting like they’re younger and weaker than him. His first reaction to Aang is “you’re just a child.” This is consistent with his attitude towards Katara and the Kyoshi Warriors. Zuko canonically treats male and female opponents no differently. He fights and moves on. No creepiness, nothing like Iroh and Jun, etc. If they were male, it wouldn’t have gone differently. That’s why I think it’s a reach to say these comments by themselves indicate a misogynistic attitude.
Besides, why would Zuko see women as weaker and lesser when this is who he grew up with?
That’s another thing. For as much anger and resentment Zuko harbors for Azula on the basis that she’s Ozai’s favorite and born lucky—not one comment is made about her sex. If Azula was male, nothing would inherently change about this dynamic. So yeah, I’m not really buying this whole “Zuko is a misogynistic incel” narrative. If you’ve ever dealt with incels in any capacity, you know they’d absolutely jump at the opportunity to whine that their (female) sister is so much more lucky and privileged and loved compared to them.
5) Zuko, Mai, and The Beach
I’m working on a longer analysis of this but to summarize…people on both sides blow this issue way out of proportion. Mai wasn’t abusive. Zuko wasn’t abusive. They were a pretty standard angsty teenage couple having angsty teenage drama. Zuko called Mai a big blah and shoved some dude into a vase. Mai told him he was out of control. That’s literally such a minor issue, that they resolved by the end of the episode.
But to dig into this more, consider the point this is in Zuko’s story. He’s at rock bottom. The premise of the entire episode is to show how abnormal and out of place Zuko feels among people who should be his peers. His issues with Ruon-Jian aren’t even about Mai to start. Zuko was beefing with this dude before the party even started, remember?
Why is Zuko mad at him? Because he’s making Zuko feel freakish. He’s making Zuko feel like he once again is an outcast, and Zuko hates that. He’s insecure. That’s…the point of the episode.
I’m not going to excuse his tantrum over Ruon-Jian talking to Mai, because that was toxic, but consider the context. Zuko isn’t some crazy possessive freak. In his mind, this is just icing on the cake, another example of why he’s an antisocial freak compared to other Fire Nation teens and he hates how it makes him feel.
But interestingly enough, I do think Mai and Zuko’s interactions in that scene give some insight into their dynamic and Zuko’s character—believe it or not, in a positive way. Just consider the context and body language.
I’m just stating facts here. Zuko is more physically threatening than Mai. He’s bigger, stronger, male, and he’s a firebender while she isn’t a bender. And yet, Mai has absolutely no trouble getting in his business to tell him off. Why? You can argue that it’s just because she thinks she could knife him—but we’ve seen how she reacts to an actual physical threat (Azula) and it isn’t like this at all. Mai is confident because she knows Zuko wouldn’t physically harm her. He’s angry, but he never once uses his figure to physically intimidate her. He clearly doesn’t make a habit of this behavior either judging from Mai’s reaction. Also think about the fact that the only physical altercation here is between Zuko and another man. The primary target of his anger isn’t the woman he’s allegedly acting possessive over unlike another character in the Ember Island Players and several comics…
Not to mention the way they reconcile around the fire. Zuko’s behavior doesn’t at all reflect an angry, entitled misogynist who thinks he owns his girlfriend. Quite the opposite. He clearly holds a lot of love and respect for her. It’s just that…this episode is literally displaying Zuko at his most tortured, his most self-hating, his most insecure as he realizes he no longer has a place in the home he’d desperately been chasing for years after being brutally mutilated and banished. With that in mind, I think he actually handled himself very well.
The thing about Zuko is that he takes accountability for his wrongs and works to improve himself. He has flaws and even when they’re understandable, he still takes responsibility for fixing them. That’s the trait of his that sets him apart from…certain other characters.
6) Zuko being rude to Ty Lee
Again, see above. Yes, Zuko was mean to her. But again, this is Zuko at rock bottom. This is Zuko venting his frustration about nobody being able to understand what he’s gone through and how isolated and freakish he feels. None of them had their faces burnt off in front of an audience. None of them were banished and forced to live as refugees. Zuko blew up at Ty Lee in the first place after she made a comment about bad skin.
Like yes, he’s rude, but did you miss the point of that episode? If you think this has anything to do with misogyny you’re just delusional, sorry. That interaction had nothing to do with Ty Lee being female. It had to do with her (and every other character that episode) living a privileged lifestyle while Zuko is (literally, too) feeling the weight of the scars his trauma has left him with.
So in conclusion, yes, I really think these takes are all shallow and unfounded jabs at Zuko’s character that either don’t understand or outright ignore critical parts of his development and story. And considering I’m #canceled for my based misandry in many circles, it should say a lot that I’m defending a man of any kind ✌️
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I love your writing smmmm <33 could you do chishiya with girlfriend who suffers from anxiety? (Social anxiety) one and kind of introverted type?? Thank youuuu.
Hi there! Thank you for your support and request (-^〇^-)
This one is really short, but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please let me know if you’re fine with the occasional short fic! Life has been quite busy lately as I’m both moving apartment and writing my bachelor’s thesis, so I haven’t had much time and energy to write for this blog, sadly.
Nonetheless, I managed to finish this cutie! I hope you’ll enjoy it ( ღ’ᴗ’ღ )
(It wasn't planned, but there's no gendered language regarding the reader, so this time it's a gn!reader story!)
Silly Thoughts
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Warnings: None! Pure fluff.
Pairing: Chishiya x gn!reader.
Plot: gn!reader suffers from social anxiety, leading them to cancel an event hosted by Chishiya’s work. Chishiya, who does not understand anxiety, tries to figure out why and attempts to help gn!reader overcome their anxiety.
1090 words.
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“I just don’t feel like it.”
For the past week, your mind had been filled by nothing but the big event you had agreed to attend. Chishiya, your boyfriend, had been invited to a seminar run by the hospital he worked at - invited was a kind word, as it was definitely not voluntary whether or not he attended. Luckily for him, he was allowed to bring a guest, giving him a tiny sliver of hope that he wouldn’t be completely bored out of his mind.
“Why not?” Chishiya asked while tying his tie in the mirror. He had never understood why you were so anxious about social gatherings. Sure, he didn’t like them either, but he wouldn’t say he was anxious about them. Annoyed would probably be a better word.
He watched you in the mirror as you fiddled around with your hands, trying to come up with an excuse that could be somewhat believable. As always, you didn’t meet his eyes when you were anxious. He had yet to figure out why, but his best guess was that you were scared he could read your mind or something.
“I don’t feel like it today,” you repeated. “I feel sick.”
“Sick?”
Chishiya turned around to face you, immediately springing into his well-known role as a doctor and taking a few steps closer to you before putting his hand on your forehead to feel your temperature. Just as he suspected, you didn’t have a fever. You were, however, shaking enough to hit a 6.5 on the Richter-scale, trembling as if your body was the epicentre of an earthquake.
“Why don’t you want to go?” he asked again, his hand moving around your face as he continued to feel for a fever.
No reply came out of your mouth, your eyes glued to the floor. With a gentle finger on your chin, Chishiya raised your head, so you were looking him in the eyes. You were expecting him to look angry that you were trying to get out of a promise; to be pissed that you didn’t want to do this one thing for him; but he didn’t look mad. No, quite the contrary - he looked… concerned?
“Tell me,” he insisted again, his tone softer than you’ve heard him before.
Your mouth kept opening and closing, no words coming out as you tried to figure out how to explain to him what was wrong. Your own fears felt silly to you and admitting an irrational fear like that to someone as chronically logical as Chishiya felt like defeat - even though he was your long-term boyfriend whom you loved dearly. Surely you should feel open with him at this point, no? So far, he had yet to belittle any of your thoughts, no matter how small and irrational they were. He was safe and you knew that.
“I don’t like big crowds.”
“Really?” your boyfriend asked, sounding slightly confused. Chishiya had never suffered from any type of social anxiety. Mostly he just found unnecessary social interaction bothersome to deal with - not anxiety provoking. “Why not?”
“I’m… I don’t know. I’m scared people will talk to me and I won’t know what to say, or maybe I’ll fall flat on my face in front of everyone and they’ll laugh, or I’ll-“
Chishiya interrupted you with a finger on your lips and a small chuckle, slightly amused by the way your brain was spinning itself into death, circling around every hypothetical scenario.
“That won’t happen. You’re intelligent and very much capable of walking without falling over your own feet.”
“But what if I’m not?” you asked with a small voice, almost sounding like a child.
Although Chishiya was still smiling, you didn’t feel as if he was making fun of you. Instead, it was clear that he just enjoyed getting a glimpse into how you worked. From the first time you met, Chishiya knew that you and he were very different people, and truth be told that was what he loved about you the most. You were almost like a puzzle to him - a constant riddle he couldn’t wait but solve. He was almost itching to figure you out, excited by the way you were led by emotions instead of logic like he was.
“Okay,” he finally said after a while, his hands immediately working on loosening his tie. “We’ll stay home. I’ll call and tell them I’ve gotten sick.”
No words, not even ‘pure and utter relief’, could adequately describe your facial expression. You let out a breath that you didn’t even know you had been holding, immediately feeling ten times calmer and lighter at his words.
“But,” he continued while placing his tie on the table and slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. “You’re starting therapy for this.”
“Therapy?” you asked, now sounding slightly anxious again.
“Yes, therapy. You can’t avoid crowds forever, you know? I’ll help you find someone who can help you with this.”
Chishiya’s eyes darted all over your face as you took in his ultimatum. At last you decided that potential therapy sometime in the future was way less scary than the concrete social event you were otherwise forced to attend. Hence, you nodded and accepted his demand.
With his white dress shirt open, Chishiya pulled you into a hug and placed a tender kiss on your forehead, pausing with his lips pressed against your face to savour the serene moment. You allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, letting the remnants of his aftershave travel up your nose and overwhelm your senses, effectively grounding you in reality and melting away every lasting remain of the anxiety that had previously paralysed you. All that mattered right now was him - not some stupid medical seminar. Crisis averted.
“You know,” he finally said after a minute of silence. "You can always tell me if something is wrong. Even if you think it’s silly.”
“I know, I just feel stupid admitting silly stuff.”
A sharp exhale of air huffed out of Chishiya’s nose and travelled over your forehead as he half-chuckled at your words.
“You can be silly without being stupid. You’re never stupid.”
For a few seconds, you let his words calm your mind. You didn’t want to admit it, but that was exactly what you needed: to know that Chishiya didn’t find you to be unintelligent just because of the way your anxiety was dictating your life at times. You felt Chishiya’s lips graze your forehead again, sealing in his words and cementing them in your mind.
You are never stupid.
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Pride and prejudice - seb with cruel summer 🫣 bridge suits him SO MUCH it should be illegal
can i just say ty to all of the anons sending seb requests you’re the backbone of our society. can’t wait to write them all!
CRUEL SUMMER. ❨ sebastian vettel x reader ❩
✩⡱ warnings: allusion to sex but no actual smut. age gap if you squint.
maybe it was the heat, you thought to yourself, making you feel like this. stuck on a yacht in the french riviera, you tried to distract yourself with your friends. but he was there, and he was so handsome and older and wiser. but sebastian vettel was trouble.
still, every evening after dinner, you found yourself disappearing below deck to him, letting him kiss you until you ran out of breath. he was a good kisser, too good, and knew just which buttons to press to make you give in.
“seb, we can’t,” you whisper, shaking. “everyone’s just upstairs, they’ll hear.”
you played this game every night, receiving some kind of smart quip from sebastian as he sank to his knees in front of you. and every time, he’d look up and grin devilishly as he disappeared between your thighs.
as soon as you arrived back on deck, it was like nothing had happened. you made your excuses and went back to your friends, and sebastian would only steal glances and brushing touches in passing.
one night, you’d all headed on land to a club that lewis recommend. sebastian hadn’t stopped staring at you in a dress that left little to the imagination (not that he needed much of an imagination). at the club, he may as well have been a stranger. you watched from the bar as he danced with a beautiful girl, being too drunk to notice how her hands were wandering over him.
in the taxi, you’d cried into isa’s arms, not giving her or charlotte a reason why. they knew, of course they knew. they’d be fools not to notice how you looked at sebastian. when the boys’ taxi pulled in behind you, you dried your eyes and looked away when carlos asked if you were okay.
“i’m fine,” you assured, avoiding sebastian’s stare and letting charlotte hold your hand as you hurried back to the boat.
he found you on the deck later that night, when everyone else was fast asleep. your legs were pulled up to your chest, chin resting on your knees, looking out to the dark waves on the horizon. he said nothing, sitting quietly beside you.
“i’m sorry,” sebastian admits after a moment of listening to your soft sniffles. you don’t dare look over to him, knowing how you’ll give in when you do. “please, talk to me.”
“i love you,” you’re saying it before you have the sense to stop yourself. you look at him then, because it’s out there, there’s no stopping it. “is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”
sebastian shakes his head, the ghost of a sad smile pulling at his lips. “no,” he whispers, reaching out to touch your cheek.
you sigh, leaning into his warm hand. he doesn’t return the words, and you know what it means. he loves you, he does, but he’s afraid. so are you, but you’re trying.
“i… i don’t want to keep secrets,” you tell him, voice quiet and taken away by the cool night air. “even if it means i get to keep you.”
sebastian winces, feeling you slip away from him. he doesn’t want to lose you, but the prospect of giving this relationship, everything that he has, up for the world to ogle at — he can’t face it. to have you is to lose you, he can’t seem to win.
summer was cruel like that. it gave you heaven only to take it away when the leaves turned. or maybe, it was just love that was cruel. and you, it’s sweet victim.
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george daniel + xcx!stepdaughter!teen!reader
(ft charli, gabbriette, and matty!)
warnings: cursing, daddy issues, bio dad comes back, king george, charli is a queen
a/n: ty anon who requested this and dug an old idea out of the trash lmao. hope u enjoy! i’m really proud of this one actually tehehe.
“Y/n, what time do you get out of practice today?” George asked, packing your lunch.
You stared at your phone with a blank expression, reading the texts you had received through the night.
“Y/n?” George called again when there was no response. “Hellooooo? Earth to y/n??” George teased.
Your head snapped up and your eyes widened in realization. “Sorry, I, uh- I get out at 5:30,” You tried to play it off with a laugh, immediately looking back down the texts.
“You okay?” George sensed something was off.
“Yeah, fine. Got to go,” You stood from the bar stool and grabbed your things, including the luch george had packed that was lying on the counter. You brushed it off quickly, trying to evade further questions.
“Wait a minute- what was that?” George persisted, concerned.
“Nothing, George! I’m fine, I got to go to school,” You placed a kiss on his cheek, standing on your tip toes, before you turned to your mom who was walking in from the bedroom she and George shared. “Bye, mom!” You said, rushing out the door.
“Bye, darling,” Charli said, walking out in her pjs and bedhead
With that you slammed the door and headed off the school. Charli laughed at the look stuck on her fiance’s face and kissed hm and she wrapped her arms around her torso. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“Nothing, I guess. She’s just acting weird. Staring at her phone,” He said, trying to downplay her worries.
She smiled. “That’s what teenagers do, George…” she added, trying to reassure him.
He shrugged as he cleaned up the mess from packing her lunch. “Have you noticed she’s acting differently?” George pressed on, sensing there was more beneath the surface.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“I don’t know-“ George hesitated, searching for the right words.
“Yes, you do,” George looked up with a look. Charli tilted her head and smiled.
He continued. “Quieter. Not the chipper, happy girl we know and love?”
Charli got serious. “I mean, yeah, but I had just chalked it up to hormones,” She admitted, realizing she couldn’t ignore the signs any longer.
“Hm,” George said, looking down.
His other hand sensed the concern on his face. “She’ll come around. Whatever is happening, our girl is stronger than it. She’ll be fine,”
“Yeah,” George agreed, though his worry still lingered.
“Our girl,” He whispered and smiled.
…
You did your best to avoid the texts on your phone. He was up to his nose in nonsense again and it was starting to get to you, even more than usual. For the first week or so, he was respectful. You set boundaries, never promised to see him in person, and he agreed. Over time he got more abrupt. He would message you constantly, saying ‘hey’ or ‘sorry’ or ‘please forgive me’ or other stupid shit. Eventually, when you didn't reply he would curse you out. He would make threats and call you names, proof of the real him. You would cry and fight the urge to scream in the school bathroom. A stark contrast to the life you lived at home and school. You were a model student with a combination of popularity and straight A’s. A nice nepo baby who was a good friend to everyone and a joy to be around. Nobody knew of the dark past that you lived through.
Your ‘dad’, if you can even call him that, caused trouble from the beginning. Your mom and him were in love for a long time, but when you came along and Charli was ready to live a family life along with her career, despise your expectancy, your dad backed out and left. Charli begged and pleaded for years, but to no avail. Your early childhood memories include vivid glimpses of him from the times he did try and come around, but he always chose different things over you. The last time he tried was nearly 5 years ago. You were 10. You were excited when your mom said he wanted to see you again, You were excited to be like the other kids at school and have 2 parents, but that was a short-lived dream. He left after a while, completely ghosting you and your mom.
A message popped up on your Instagram account a couple of weeks ago. Usually, the messages you get are from XCX or 75 fans who want to connect to you to get closer to George or your Mum, so you ignore them at first glance. That was until you saw the name. His name. He said he wanted to talk and and gave you his number, You reached out. He said all he wanted to do was relay a message - he was doing good, he hoped you were doing good, he was in a better, more stable place, he would like to talk or even meet but there was no pressure.
And like a fool, you fell for it.
…
Gabbriette promised to pick you up from school and take you out to ‘start of spring break right’. She had known you for years, being friends with your mom, and had become somewhat of an aunt, so when she and Matty fell in love and started dating, it was nothing short of perfect. She took you to your favorite spot the two of you shared, then to a shop or two, eventually meeting up with Matty who said he wanted to meet the two of you for dinner.
You took a picture of the delectable pate in front of you with the couple just behind, capturing the warmth of the moment with a pink heart emoji and posted it without a second thought.
After a delightful dinner, filled with laughter and shared stories, you all headed back to your parents’ place. Charli suggested a game night of ‘Cards Against Humanity’, and that’s how the five of you ended up gathered around the coffee table in the living room, ready for a night of fun and friendly competition. After a good hour of laughter and drinking, a knock sounded at the door.
“Who’s that?” Charli asked, looking at George.
“I wasn't expecting anyone?” he said. George looked at you expectantly but you just shrugged, oblivious as to who was on the other side of the door.
The laughter continued as Matyt placed another card down and your mom went to answer the door.
“Y/n, can you go to your room for a second?” She stayed staring through the peep hole in the door.
“Why?” You stood up and gave her a confused look, snacking on the sucker Gabbriette got you earlier that day.
She turned to you, a serious look on your face as she sent a pleading look to her friend. “Just do it for me, please? Gab? Can you go with her?”
She put a reassuring hand on your back as she guided you upstairs. The last thing you saw was George running to Charli’s side at the door.
…
Once upstairs and inside, Gabby closed the door behind her and told you to sit on the bed. “What was that about? Who’s there?” You asked.
You could tell that she knew something was up, but was trying to downplay it for your sake. “I don’t know! Don’t worry about it. She's probably being dramatic about something.”
You rolled your eyes. “Gabby, my mother loves attention but she is not dramatic.”
A knock sounded at your door. “Hiiii.” Matty poked his head through the door before fully making his way though.
“What's happening?” You asked, fear evident in your tone.
He shrugged and smiled, clearly hiding something. “Nothing. It was just a sketchy guy at the door.” He smiled.
You crossed your arms. “You liar.” You tried to get passed him and make your way to the door.
He put his arms on your shoulders to stop you from passing. ‘Hey! I’m not lying.” He technically wasn’t. You didn't believe it though.
“Yeah, sure, leave the acting to your parents.” You laughed and pushed past him and through the door.
As much as he wanted to laugh, his anxiety grew as he watched you brush pass him with ease and walk downstairs. “Y/n wait.”
Charli was face to face with a man, someone you recognized. Anger was written all over her face. “For the 5th and final time, get out.” George was hovering behind her, strong and protective Even though he never said a word.
“I’ve come to talk, just to talk.” He said.
Before your mother could get another chance to speak the steps beneath you creaked, giving your position away. All 3 heads turned to you, silent. Eventually, a voice spoke up.
“Hi, my love.” He said, hesitantly.
“Hi, Justin.” you softly said.
The man’s man was Justin Lemoine. He was your biological father.
He had been in and out since the moment you were born. You thought he was gone forever when he left nearly 5 ago and never came back. The slowly but surely growing relationship the two of you were building vanished instantly when he told your mother he couldn't do it again. You were 10 years old then, but now you were almost 15.
Then you were innocent and naive, now you were a young woman who was more certain of who you were, what you wanted, and the life you wanted to live. And that life didn’t include Justin.
He was always ‘Justin’, never ‘Dad’ or ‘Papa’, or anything like that. That space was reserved for someone else. Someone like George.
He tried to take a step toward you but you shook your head, letting him know to take a step back. “I came to talk to you real quick-”
“I don't want to talk to you.” You flatly said.
“C’mon, don't be like that.”
“They told you not to come over here.” He knew the ‘they’ you were referring to was the court and the agreement
“I know, I-”
“Then why are you here?”
“I wanted to talk to you. I’ve been meaning to stop by since-”
“Since the last time you saw me?” You took a small step towards him, telling him you were serious.
He sighed and gave a solemn look. “Yeah.”
“So 5 years. Right?” It was said more mater-of-fact rather than a question.
‘Y/n.” He started his stint of trying to reason with you. You interrupted before he got the chance.
“No, I’m right, right? It's been 5 years since you’ve seen me? End of 2019, correct?”
He sighed again, starting to back down just the slightest bit. “Yeah.”
You let out a hum and you crossed your arms. George and Charli watched from behind, in awe of your spirit. “So what was it? Lots of wrong turns?”
His gaze shifted downwards. “Something like that.” It was almost as if he was ashamed. It was as if he was being genuine and serious this time. It felt like he really wanted to try again.
That thought only lasted a second before reality snuck back in. A beautiful simple guess of ‘what could be’ was loss in an instant. The reality was conversations like this between you and him have happened one too many times. The reality was taking the alternate suggested route would only lead to disaster and chaos, again. You had your answer, your envisioned future, at that future did not include him.
You stood stoic and strong. “You can leave now.”
He tried to move forward to you. “Listen, y/n, I just-”
“You said you wanted to talk…we talked. So, you can leave now.”
He sighed again. “I want you to give me another chance, baby girl-”
“Don’t call me that.” You were getting heated and angry which you knew would not end well, especially for him. You had your mother's ferocity and fiery nature, and it wasn't something to be messed with.
“C’mon don’t be like that I can-”
“I gave you another chance. Multiple. 5 years ago.”
You swallowed and stayed silent, unsure of what to do next. You had already made your next move.
“Leave.”
He sighed and tried to reach out to you. “Y/n, I’m-”
“Leave right now or I swear to god the next time you come and bother me or my family again it won't be pretty.” You stared at him with fire in your eyes.
He let out a soft chuckle. “‘Family’, huh?”
You nodded.
“You think you can just choose? Do you think you can pick a couple of people, and call them your aunts and uncles? Let them take you out to Central Park for a day?” You tilted your head before you relized he was alluding to the post you had made with Gabby earlier that day, “Or your Dad? You think that man is your Father?” He gestured to George for the first time. You could hear shifting in the background and George sighing, You assumed he was about to make a move, but Charli stretched an arm to block him and you spoke before he got a chance. “He's been more of a Dad to me in the past 3 years than you have in my entire lifetime.”
And every ounce of fire that George had inside him, wanting to go and punch that prick of a man in the face, was extinguished by your words. George sighed and Charli grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
Justin, meanwhile, was speechless. You had really replaced him. “Leave, Justin.” You said, without any room for question. He left, slamming the door behind him.
It was quiet for a solid 5 seconds before anyone spoke. You broke the silence. “I'm going to bed.”
Charli reached out to you. “Baby-”
“I���ll see you tomorrow.” You looked back and smiled.
You went upstairs and closed the door with a slam, continuing to sob into your pillows for the next hour.
…
Sleep eventually consumed you. Matty and Gabbriette left shortly after the fight and George and your Mum agreed to figure out the next steps tomorrow, knowing you were safe with them and believing Justin wouldn't make any more moves. When you woke up the clock on your phone read 2:15. You knew sleep wasn;t an option at this point so you got up and headed to the kitchen. You sat on the stool, to tired to move, to weary to make tea, so you just sat there. That was until you heard the footsteps coming from the hallway. It was George, half asleep. Your eyebrow twitched as he yawned and headed to you. He didnt say a word, just placed a kiss on your head before heading to the other side of the counter to make your favorite tea. A hit on deja vu creeping up as the two of you resembled the same positions as this morning.
You broke the silence after a minute. “What are you doing up?”
He shrugged as he continued his work.“Couldn’t sleep.” He slid the mug across the counter, along with a small container of honey.
“Thanks.” You softly said.
He watched as you finished making your drink. Your eyes were puffy, a sign you’ve been crying, along with the dark undereye circles that have been growing darker and darker over the past few weeks. All the signs he's seen and evidence he's gathered were now starting to make sense. “You okay?” He asked.
“Fine.” You said not looking up from your drink.
“You sure?” he asked, pushing you ever-so-slightly.
You sighed and shrugged, “I’ve been better I guess.” tears started to fall for what felt like the millionth time.
George rushed around the other side, wanting nothing more than to wrap you in his arms. “Hey- It's okay, it’s okay.”
You stayed quiet for a minute before talking though your hiccuped sobs.“I should’ve known he would come, I’m sorry.”
He tucked your head under his chin as you sobbed into him. “You don’t need to apologize, love. How would you’ve known?”
“Because he said he would!” Yous aid breaking away.
“What?” George asked, confused.
You sighed and pulled out your phone, opening the message up and laying it on the counter for george to lok at as you buried your head in your hands.
He hesitantly took the phone and started scrolling. It wasn’t long before angered built inside of him. “How long has this been happening for?”
You spoke through the sobs. “…I don’t kno-“
“Y/n.” He got serious and protective.
You sighed. “About a month…or two.”
Tension hung heavy in the air as you finally confessed
“Why didn’t you tell us?” George’s voice trembled with concern.
“Because everything was so perfect! Our family was fine, and I didn’t want this coming in and messing it up!” your words spilled out, laden with frustration. “That’s what he does. That’s what he’s always done,”
George hugged you again and you sighed into him. “I will get this sorted out. You won’t have to talk to this man again…if you don’t want to, of course-”
“I don’t want to talk to him,” your response was firm.
“Okay,” George breathed a sigh of relief. He could tell something else was bothering you, another thing eating away at your mind. “What are you thinking right now? What’s going through your mind?” He inquired gently.
After a moment of pondering, you responded. “I just can’t believe I’m half him. I just can’t believe that this is my life and I have to deal with him,” Your voice cracked with emotion.
“You are not him, you are you. And you are 20 times stronger than that shrimp of a man,” His response got the ends of your lips to twitch up in a smile that lasted for a millisecond, but George considered that a win. “Okay? You don’t have to worry about him anymore. I promise,” You nodded. “Maybe make your Instagram private though?”
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Arguments, Eddie Munson
Fanfic, gn! reader
Hurt/Comfort, slight (resolved) angst
Word count: 1835
Tw: Arguments (more aftermath of one), walking away during a fight, fear/anxieties, Eddie gets sad.
Summary: Eddie tends to simply go for a walk when you have an argument. However annoying this can be, he always comes back within the hour. So when he hasn’t returned after three hours, you begin to grow worried. When he finally returns, he tries to resolve matters.
Dating Eddie didn’t truly have a lot of cons: he was sweet, considerate, honest, loving, and hilarious from time to time.
But he was as stubborn as they came.
Couples have arguments and that’s nothing new. You and Eddie never actually had a fight before, just small disagreements. Things that are usually settled within five minutes. But Eddie would never admit his defeat. If he got pissed, he’d take a walk. He’d be back within the hour - It’s been three hours now. You had called everyone from Eddie’s band, Steve, Robin, Nancy…hell, you even had Dustin on the phone for a second. Eddie had simply seemed to vanish off the face of the Earth.
In hindsight, you didn’t even remember what the fight was about. That didn’t mean you were calm however. You were still pissed at him. He had said the wrong things in his defendings and didn’t give you time to respond. He was gone before you could even shout something back. But now he still wasn’t home, and you were more livid than ever. Not only did he call you ‘rash’ and ‘stupid’, but he walked away before you could call him out, and had left you worrying about his well-being. If you weren’t angry then, you certainly were now.
Despite everything, you had grabbed the blanket from his bed and made yourself comfortable on the couch. That way, you’d be the first thing he’d face when he entered the trailer, and he’d have no choice but to hear you out. The thought had crossed your mind that maybe Eddie had run to his uncle. He was working the night shift now, so he knew where to find him. You dismissed the thought, however. Wayne would have sent him back immediately. It wouldn’t have taken hours to walk from there to the trailer.
Your eyes fell upon the clock. 01:00. Where could he even be now? Eddie wasn’t one to go to bars, unless his band would be performing. You had already woken everyone up by calling them - Steve was still awake for whatever reason. He couldn’t be hiding with anyone. What if someone had simply grabbed him off the street? Maybe he was rotting away in some gross basement now. Or he was already halfway across the country. An eerie chill ran through you as you started to silently consider it.
No way. Eddie would’ve fought back. He wasn’t easy to pick off from the street. Maybe they didn’t need to. Maybe he got mugged and was bleeding out in some shady alleyway. Sitting up in frustration, you knocked the thoughts out of your head. You should go looking for him. It’d go quicker that way. You knew all the places he knew. You simply had to take a short walk and cross them off of your mental list.
Knocking your feet off the couch, you grabbed the shoes next to it, quickly tying them to your feet. Walking through the tiny trailer living room, you grabbed your jacket from one of the chairs, flinging it around your shoulders. It wasn’t until your hand fell upon the doorknob that you halted. He could come back home while you were out looking for him. Surely, he’d be back sometime soon.
Lowering your arms, you let the jacket fall on the floor in defeat. You’d simply have to sit him out. You left your shoes on as you returned to the couch, not even allowing yourself to get comfortable. The blanket was under your figure, as the pillows lay dishevelled below your head. As angry, frustrated, and worried as you were, you have begun to grow tired. You had been all night. Maybe that was the reason you started arguing with Eddie. He did a tiny thing wrong and because you were tired, you blew up over it. Eddie was gasoline; once you were fired up, so was he. That would explain the big fight.
As a thousand thoughts and anxieties flew through your mind, your eyes began to fail you. Slowly, but surely, they fell closed. You had tried to fight it the first few minutes, but after writing an angry note and leaving it on the table, you didn’t have the energy to still go out. He’d come back.
An hour later, the door finally opened. In the short span of sixty minutes, you were so lost within your dreams, you couldn’t even hear it. There was a beat of silence, followed by a sigh and the falling off something that sounded an awful lot like a familiar vest. Footsteps padded across the room, before they came to a halt in front of you. An ice-cold finger brushing past your cheek was what ultimately woke you. A dismissive groan echoed from you as you tried to push it off.
“Hey,” a soft whisper came through the room. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?”
Slowly, you began to open your eyes. Though your vision was blurry at first, you were quick to recognise the voice and the head of untamed curls.
“Eds?” “What are you doing on the couch?” Groggily, you pushed yourself up, forcing fatigue from your face. You were almost relieved to see him. You couldn’t let him know, though: “Waiting for you to come back, asshole.”
A wince escaped his throat upon the change of tone in your voice, and he crouched down beside you. “I went for a walk.” “For three hours?” You interrupted incredulously. Then, your eyes fell on the tiny clock in the corner of the room. “Four hours?” “I know that-“ “I called everyone, Eds.” You dismissed again. “I called everyone we knew awake. I’m pretty sure Steve is still out there!” “You called Steve?” “You were gone, Eddie! You don’t vanish for four hours without giving anyone a heads-up on where you are!” You hadn’t even noticed your voice rising until Eddie gently tried to shush you, highly aware of the thin walls between trailers. “I know, and I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He tried to soothe. Then, he placed a thin, white, plastic bag on your legs. You looked at it suspiciously, not quite knowing how to respond to it.
“You were right,” he began. “I was too prideful to let you win, but you were right. I do miss a lot of dates, because we postpone campaigns. I forget to pick you up, because I’m still with the band when I said I wouldn’t be, and, most importantly,” his fingers reached to the plastic bag again. “I don’t remind you of how much I love you half as often as I should. I’ve been a pretty shit boyfriend.” He leaned back slightly, allowing you to pull the bag closer to you. “All of that is going to change right now. Promise.”
So, that is what you had been fighting about. You weren’t going to lie and say it was fine and it barely bothered you, because it had bothered you. Being stood up for dates isn’t fun the first time, and that doesn’t change after five more times. It was only now that you realised why you were as pissed as you had been hours earlier. You were discussing how you felt dismissed and alone, whilst he just walked out the door without another word. Yet, as angered as you were by it, you couldn’t help but feel a pull on your heartstrings as he spoke these words. Thus, you remained silent, simply picking up the bag.
Peering into the plastic, you found it filled with all sorts of paraphernalia. You dug out a small pack of gummies, looking at Eddie in confusion. “I wanted to buy you something nice, but everything was closed. Gas station down the road was still open.”
Now everything made sense. The gas station down the road, is the gas station a few miles south of Hawkins. He had walked all that way to pick up a bag of gummies, chips, chocolate bars and plastic bottles filled with soda and water (that had been half emptied). You pulled out another gift from the bag, finding a magazine with an all too familiar man on the front.
“If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, can I read that when you’re done with it?” Eddie asked as you scanned the front page: ‘Dave Mustaine discusses latest Megadeth album, tour dates, guitars and politics.’
“You didn’t have to buy all of this, Eds.” You mumbled, touched by the gifts, but now feeling sad for his harsh self-judgement. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he spoke, ignoring your words. “And I don’t want to lose it over a stupid argument that was completely justified from your side.”
You fell silent upon the words, not sure what to respond to that. Eddie noticed the conflict and pointed to the empty space behind you, silently asking if he could join you. When you didn’t disagree with him, he sat down on the couch, his chest to your back as both his legs fell on either side of you.
Gathering your gifts and putting the back in their plastic confinement, you lowered the bag onto the floor. Two warm arms now wrapped around your waist, pulling you snug against Eddie. He leaned back gently, taking you with him as he went to lay down.
“Don’t walk away in the middle of a fight,” you mumbled. “Makes me worry.” “I won’t.” He quickly returned, almost as if he had anticipated your pleas. “We’ll just stay angry in the same room, until we talk it out.”
A satisfied hum escaped you as you turned in his arms, resting your head on his chest, while his hands toyed with the bottom of your shirt. “You can’t have the magazine, by the way.” You tried to lighten the situation. “That’s Dave Mustaine, my one true love. We’re getting married. Sorry you had to find out this way.”
A chuckle escaped Eddie’s throat, the vibrations rumbling through his chest, making you smile upon the notion. “If Dave is my competition, I won’t blame you. I would’ve left with him too.” Now, it was your turn to laugh: “You can be his groupie.”
The hands toying with your hem now moved to fold over your stomach, holding you close. An exaggerated kiss was placed on the top of your head as Eddie squeezed you tightly. Letting your own hands fall upon his, you sighed deeply, all anger finally fading away.
“I think I’m going to fall asleep here.” Eddie muttered, soft breaths brushing through your hair as his head fell against yours. “Me too.” You answered back, closing your eyes in contentment. A moment of silence, your bodies both still as you relaxed in each other's embrace.
“Good.” He finally answered. It didn’t take long before you heard his gentle breathing fill the room, letting you know that he had indeed fallen asleep. After that, you were gone in a matter of seconds.
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Happy as ever pt.2 -TAA
Pairing: Reader x Dad!Trent Alexander Arnold
Warnings: None. As fluffy as fluff can be.
Plot: Your daughter comes to his game for the first time! Virgil is a good captain so he gives Trent the band so your daughter could brag even more:)
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As soon as your daughter learned how to walk a ball was between her feet. You of course, expected nothing less from her father. She was the miniature and female version of him in every single way, so this was something you accepted before it even happened.
Tina was 5 years old now and started football practice which she was very proud of. Every time she saw one of Trent’s teammates she would go on and on about how she loves her uncles, but her dad is better than them, and she of course took after him (the sassiness also came from we know who).
Even though she loved football in general and adored watching her dad play, you have never taken her to Anfield. She was still small and both you and Trent thought it was too loud and too much for her to handle. But as she was growing older she has become more stubborn than the both of you together (that may have come from you, but you would never admit that in front of your husband).
“Mommy I wanna go see daddy playyy! Let’s go pleeeeeeeeease.” your daughter begged as you sat on the couch with Trent, but you didn’t listen to her. She couldn’t get everything she wanted, at least that’s what you were trying to teach her. But when she moved into Trent’s view, and shone him those puppy dog eyes, he couldn’t resist. “Y/N maybe we could let her go once…” he whispered so only you could hear and see. The truth is you wanted to take her, you were just scared something could happen and you didn’t want her to associate her father’s career and his whole life with something bad. You couldn’t let that happen.
After some negotiating, begging, persuading and a lot of puppy dog eyes pointed to your better half, you both agreed to let her go with you. “Yesss. We’ll crash stinky United, right daddy” she yelled proudly, and Trent looked at you with a face that said ‘I never taught her that’, but you knew he was lying. You had already heard their secret conversations about United way too many times.
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Game day came too soon. You had woken up that morning from the sound of a falling object. As you walked into your bathroom with groggy eyes you saw your husband braiding your daughter’s hair, hair brushes and bands falling to the floor one after the other. “You gotta have a pretty hairstyle for the game princess. Everyone has to know I have the prettiest daughter in all of Liverpool” he said to her while tying her last braid as she giggled, looking at you through the mirror. You smiled at them, looking at their identical features which always made you melt.
Anfield was packed with supporters as you entered the family and friends section of the red and white stands with your daughter in your arms. You were both wearing Trent’s jerseys, but Tina insisted on wearing the whole kit (including the boots!) so she could show off to people about how she also played football like her daddy.
As the players started emerging on the green field, Trent waved in your direction, making Tina ecstatic “That’s my dad! He’s the captain! Wave back to him!” She said to Andy and Virgil’s wives which made them die out of laughter.
When the first ball was in the goal, your daughter was jumping up and down, singing along to the fans’ songs and hugging you. “My dad assisted uncle Salah, just like I did on my game yesterday!!!!”
Trent had another assist in the record. He had been in many goal chances, but he didn’t score. “Come on dad I know you can score. Teach those bastards how it’s done” She yelled making absolutely everyone laugh, except for you, you would have to have a talk with Trent about swear words in front of the kid.
It was the 89th minute, Liverpool was sure to win it. While everyone was happy with the result and already singing about winning the game, Tina was still tense and focused. She knew he could do it, and he did.
“THAT’S MY DAD! THE ONE WHO SCORED!” she ran to the edge, screaming as Trent pointed at her and showed a heart, everyone jumping on him and the whole stadium cheering him on.
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“Daddy!” your daughter jumped on Trent as you passed the tunnel, hugging him tighter than she ever did. “I knew you could do it, I kept telling mommy you would score! And you did!” Trent giggled as he kissed her cheek, putting her down and taking her hand. “Did you like the game?” he asked, walking down to you and kissing your cheek too. She would usually say eww and separate you two, but she was too invested in commenting the game to care. “Oh dad I loved it! The goal was phenomenal!”
As you were getting ready to go home, she found another victim, Virgil. “Uncle Virg did you know I’m also captain? Just like my dad?” “Oh really? Must mean you’re a great player then” he giggled and tickled her a bit. “Yeah! One day I’m gonna play for Liverpool, just like dad, and I’m gonna break those asses from United just like he did today!”
“Seriously Trent stop swearing around the kid!”
#liverpool#liverpool fc#trent alexander arnold#trent alexander x you#trent alexander imagines#trent aa#taa66#taa#football imagine#football#lfc#lfc players
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Games
Campfires, Twister and confessions
Drinking games gone right
Warnings: cursing, mention of sexual themes
How the hell had a simple "Let's have a campfire" turn into this? Posted around the fire was damn near everyone you knew. Jody and Donna sat on a log with Bobby, the girls had already gone in. Eileen and Sam were sitting next to each other, you were sharing a blanket on the ground with Max and Alicia while Dean was talking to Ty and Garth. A few more hunters were there that had been inducted into not quite the inner circle but the outer inner circle. Madelyn, Isaiah and Victor being a few of them.
Somewhere between the girls and Garth's kids going to bed alcohol had been brought out. "I got an idea!" Alicia spoke and you turned to look at her "Yes dear?" She grinned brightly "Let's play twister!" You shook your head with a laugh "No way" under the best and most sober circumstances you wouldn't have agreed to that. You hadn't played twister since you were a teenager hanging out at the roadhouse with Jo and Ash, not only that but the crush you were harboring on the eldest Winchester had just gotten worse in the months since you moved into the bunker with him and Sam.
Your eyes drifted towards Dean. He was laughing at something Ty had said. The sound warmed you more than the fire even could. When exactly had you fallen for him? It wasn't a question you could answer because it hadn't been a one moment deal. No he'd snuck his way into your heart with every smile, every touch and every kind word or gesture.
You knew Madelyn also had eyes for Dean, it was obvious to anyone that watched and if you were being honest with yourself she was a better match for him than you. You were grouped as a friend to him. Someone who would have his back in a fight, not someone to love. You sighed slightly looking away from Dean back to Alicia as she said "Oh come on! Garth said he has a mat! Bobby, Jody and Donna are sober enough to be the spinner! It'll be fun!"
Victor met your eyes then cut his eyes at Max "Yeah Y/N it could be fun" you groaned inwardly. Of course Victor would wrangle you into helping with the crush he had on Max. Well if you played with the two of them it wouldn't get too awkward considering. A few other people agreed so you nodded begrudgingly "Why not?"
Dean watched you help Alicia block down the twister mat so it wouldn't slide around too much. You laughed when she slid across the mat to you. He smiled at hearing the sound.
Somewhere along the line of you moving into the bunker his feelings had shifted from thinking you were an amazing woman to wondering if he'd ever have a chance with you. You were everything he could've picked in a match and so much more. You were more than capable in the hunting world, absolutely beautiful and would stand your ground against anyone and anything.
He didn't want to admit how deep the feelings he had for you ran because for the simple fact love didn't work out for people like him. He didn't want to lose you just because he loved you and that seemed like his track record. His love was a curse.
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"Ok we have ten people. How do we divide it up?" Alicia asked but before you could suggest Sam shook his head "Eight, me and Eileen aren't playing" you stuck your bottom lip out with a laugh "Ok then eight. So two go rounds of four. Losers have to drink, winners go on to face the other winner?"
Alicia grinned "Let's pick the teams!" It ended up being you, Victor, Max and Ty on one team while Dean, Alicia, Madelyn and Isaiah was on the other. Of course it was your luck that Max lost the game of rock, paper, scissors to Alicia so your team went first.
You laughed when your hand started to slide. Max's longer body was stretched over you and the only rhino that kept you from hitting the dirt was Ty holding one hand onto your waist to allow you a moment to regain your balance. Victor had already bailed because he fell trying to reach under you.
"Right foot green" Bobby called out and you heard Ty groan a moment before he cursed and hit the dirt. You pulled your right foot up hearing a whistle from Alicia at the angle it put you at "Bite me Banes!" You hollered hearing a "Hey!" From Max.
"Then there were two!" Sam laughed. You cut your eyes up at him "Excuse me moose but I don't see you trying this!" "Left foot blue!" Donna called out and when Max seen how he'd have to move he let out a low whistle "Nope. Y/N wins it!"
The moment he moved you were on your feet. "Technically I won but I still need a drink while the next round happens"
You sat down next to Sam taking the drink Eileen offered as the next team got ready. You weren't eager to watch Madelyn and Dean get as close as you and Max had but oh well. He wasn't yours, not in that way.
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Dean cut his eyes at you already regretting not dipping out of this. Watching you under Max wasn't that bad, watching Ty steady you with a hand on your waist however? That made that jealous streak flare up in him.
"Worse ways to lose" Madelyn spoke from where she'd fell under Dean. You rolled your eyes taking another shot. Why had you agreed to this?
She got up (with Dean's help of course) and grabbed his arm "Let's get a drink" he rubbed his back "Yeah I think I need one" you spoke up, your inner lips loosened by the alcohol "Wanna just forfeit then Winchester? You know you ain't as young as you used to be, maybe you ain't as flexible either"
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Dean stopped in his tracks. You weren't drunk by no means but you'd gotten just enough alcohol in you he could hear the small simmer of anger in your voice that anyone else would've missed. Hold on, were you jealous over Madelyn?
He raised an eyebrow "That sounded like a challenge sweetheart" you grinned "Cause it was" a chorus of "Oohhh" went around the group. Dean nodded, drink long forgotten "Cmon then"
You sat the bottle in your hand down. "Let's do it"
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You were determined to win this damn game. Bobby, Jody and Donna had called it a night so Sam was the spinner.
The position you were currently in was less then ideal though. You were halfway under Dean, both of you working to beat the other and you weren't sure why either of you were being so damn competive.
"Left foot yellow" Sam called and you groaned before muttering "Fuck it" you slid under Dean to move your foot up to the yellow mark that was right next to his left hand. The angle meant your ass was firmly against his crotch. "God dammit" he breathed and you glanced over your shoulder at him "Tapping out?" He grinned "Never sweetheart" he shifted slightly and you bit your lip. Fuck why had you been eager to tease yourself?
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If Dean was being honest he was moments from tapping and asking you if you wanted to take a walk with him. The feeling only got worse when you nearly lost your footing and had to readjust your hips which meant your ass rubbing back against him.
It took every ounce of willpower he had to not roll his hips forward. Fuck he wanted you under him without so many eyes or so many clothes in the way. You shifted again and he couldn't stop the light groan that escaped him.
"Right foot blue" he looked down and cursed "Fuck it. I give Y/N wins it" he moved to sit back on his heels and you turned with your back against the mat to look up at him "I made Dean Winchester tap. I feel like I need a t-shirt made or something"
Ty moved to offer you a hand up so you took it while Dean took the drink Sam offered.
After twister a lot of people started heading for tents or the cabin. You were still sitting on a log watching the embers of the fire burn down. Ty sat next to you while Dean sat across from you with Madelyn and Isaiah.
She was flirting her ass off and you weren't sure if it was working or not. Ty had tried flirting but when you shut it down he was a gentleman about it. "I'm going to my tent!" You announced, standing up. Dean's eyes tracked your movements before he said "Can we take a walk first Y/N?" You saw the look that flashed through Madelyns eyes before she said "Well I'm headed into the cabin"
She walked off so you motioned to Dean "Lead the way" Isaiah offered to put out the embers while Ty headed the other way to his own tent. You walked next to Dean. He'd sat up your tent right next to his own. They were tucked between the impala and a wall of the cabin.
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You waited until you'd gotten out of earshot of Isaiah to say "Something wrong?" He stopped you with a hand on your arm "Yeah" you turned to face him, worry flushing the jealousy out of your system "What?"
He looked back towards where the fire had been before saying "Is there something between us for you? Because I've been biting my tongue, thinking it would fade or maybe hoping you'd find someone good enough for you but seeing Ty touch you? Feeling you under me, even if it was clothed and mostly innocent. I'm gonna feel like an asshole here if not but sweetheart I've had feelings for you for a while. If you don't feel the same way we'll forget this conversation ever happened and I promise you there will be no awkwardness"
Your heart was in your throat at his confession "And if I feel the same?" He let a smirk slip onto his face "Then I'd ask if I could kiss you" you pulled him down to you. The moment his lips met yours you felt your knees weaken slightly. Fuck the man could kiss. He licked into your mouth, rolling his tongue against yours and relishing in the sounds he was pulling from you.
You pulled away from each other, chests heaving slightly "If I asked you to share my tent?" You asked and he raised an eyebrow "In a you want me sleeping next to you way or" "in a I want to be under you without the clothes or it being innocent way" you cut him off and he groaned leaning his head down against your neck "I'd say I'm the luckiest man alive" you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards your tent "Cmon then Winchester let's see who taps first this time"
#dean winchester x reader#dean winchester fanfiction#dean winchester x female!reader#spn fanfiction#supernatural fanfiction
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Terraformers AU: Parental coding/protocol
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Parental coding is something new for many mechs in my tf AU! in the sense that they already have something called mentor coding.
Mentor coding is the information makes activate when they are in charge of a young bot or a protoform, like in the new version of IDW tf comics where older bots adopted recently forged bots when they get out of Vector Sigma, any bot could've mentor coding but how they use it or what they do with it varies from one another, like Codexa (OP's mentor/mother) that loved OP so, so much, or Starscream's mom, who used her coding to use SC to her own benefit.
It's something similar in my AU! Most mechs have the normal mentor coding (the one above) and the mechs that spark bounded with an organic (specially humans) tend to have a derivative of the original mentor coding, called parental coding that was discovered by Perceptor (Percy scanned and Brainstorm almost dissected Rodimus) when he first noticed his strange behavior.
Parental coding is almost the same that the original one, but what makes it start is not the willing act of the mech downloading it or initiating it, they just get it and it's still debatable whether it happens when the spark makes contact with the organic partner or with the Terraformer sparkling.
When Rodimus had Sunset many just thought that he was being overreacting, like okay the kid is way more like a organic now but his derma will get harder with time, for Rodimus is a big no, he will protect his kidand and his conjunx, and it's normal to some point for a normal mentor but thinking that Rodimus can be quite exaggerated everyone passed it as normal before one human said that Rodimus looked like a first time father, apparently Rodimus is denominated as a sire since his parental coding (instincts) takes over him to protect his family as a whole.
Then there was Jazz, whose coding didn't hit him as hard as others in his relationship with his sparklings, it happened with his conjunx, when Mariah was old enough to ingest energon by herself he was... trying to impress his partner more times than ever, the very same Jazz admitted his desire to have another bity soon and that desire was showed by his natural cool and suave behavior multiplied by 5, the strange idea of reproduction engraved in his processor even when he knew it was impossible and what he needed to do was go with his conjunx to a hot spot, still, he and his conjunx enjoyed the outcome of his parental coding.
When Blurr had his first sparkling, a human baby, he goes with the flow of it, normal mentor coding kicking in his processor, guiding him alongside the videos about human parenthood, but when Ferventi Typhoon was forged? Every sense was thrown out of the window, even his own conjunx for a few years was almost ignored, his list of importance going from his sparklings in the very top, then his conjunx, then their necessities, then him and so on, many of his friends laugh when they remember this since he was the most self-centered mech they had ever meet, and now they see him carrying the little beans and acting like those kiddos are his whole world, he's been hit hard by his coding once again when Ripley and Ty were old enough to be out of the house and then his list changed again to center on his conjunx, he knew they couldn't conceive with sex/interface but couldn't take off the idea of his processor much like with Jazz.
Prowl, well, it's something that he will forever keep in a corner of his mind and deny to the very end, his coding seem to have activated since he meet his future conjunx, developing a sense, or urgency, to provide, did he found supplies or consumibles? He gets those for later, did you mention to be in need of something? The very same thing appears and oh surprise, Prowl has it in his servos and doesn't have a necessity for it, you can have it, he wasn't exactly subtle even if he believed that he was, this gets worse when you are finally his conjunx and it escalated when Chainbreaker was forged, he didn't develop that "need to sex/interface" ("sexy times" like Brainstorm called it) to try to proliferate but it could also have relation to be in charge of CB and be in alert all the time by his own past or whatever organic being CB created.
With Bumblebee it was more or less kind of mild, when he started to take care of Rosalinde everything was fine and his mentor coding was working as usual, no changes when he married you or when he spark bounded, when Blood Horn was forged Bee did notice the need to keep his family more safe, but that was normal right? Indeed, but it wasn't normal to storage so much organic food or make something similar to a nest in his resident area (he did a mess of blankets and pillows) where you couldn't even move with the little sparkling I your arms while Rosalinde tried to escape such a mortal trap (she kept on sleeping every second since it was so comfy), getting food there and overall being quite a good conjunx.
#reader insert#x reader#tf mtmte#transformers x reader#tf rodimus#rodimus x human reader#rodimus x reader#rodimus#tf jazz#jazz x human reader#jazz x reader#prowl x human reader#prowl x reader#tf prowl#idw prowl#tf bumblebee#bumblebee#bumblebee x reader#Bumblebee x human reader#tf blurr#blurr x human reader#blurr x reader#transformers blurr#idw blurr
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"You don't remember me?" with Derek Hale pls!
i had some fun with this one! It's sort of along the same lines as my Wherever You Will Go fic, but I like how it turned out.
“Don’t you remember me?”
You frowned, biting your bottom lip to keep it from trembling as you watched Derek’s face. He had to remember you, he just had to. You’d dated for two years, and you’d sworn he was the one back then, and at the time, you believed it to be true. Derek was the man you saw yourself marrying. Things ended on a sad note between you both, and you’d managed to somehow not cross paths over the course of the last five years. However, this latest trip back to Beacon Hills to visit your family, had proven to be the trip where your luck would run out.
As much as you still cared for, and even loved, Derek, you’d wanted to avoid seeing him. You knew that the minute your gaze fell upon him again, your eyes locking with his hazel-grey coloured irises, his stoic glances over you as he took in the site of you again, the lopsided smirk you could sometimes manage to illicit out of him, the rasp of his deep voice falling onto your ears again - you knew it’d be torture for you. In fact, merely seeing him made you want to run and hide, but now, engaging with him in conversation, realizing he may have forgotten what you two had together all those years ago, you felt your stomach tying itself into knots. He looked at you blankly, shaking his head once more.
“I mean, you seem familiar, I guess,” he started to speak before the realization hit him at once, “Wait,” his brows furrowed as he shook his head, averting his gaze to look at something in the distance at the back of the room.
“How have you been?” He finally said, putting an end to the echoing silence that had fallen on the two of you.
“Fine,” you retorted, folding your arms over your chest as you looked at him.
“I didn’t do anything to you, you know,” Derek started, immediately becoming defensive towards you.
“Oh, is that how you see it? Because, you know, from this side of things, it looked to be entirely your doing.”
Derek scowled, shaking his head again. Those same hazel-grey eyes met yours again, although this time, instead of confusion and pondering as he tried to place your face to a name, this time, his eyes were full of frustration, annoyance - although, you could tell it wasn’t entirely directed to you. Part of him likely knew that you were right, as much as he hated to admit it. He’d gotten cold feet. Everyone knew it. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Derek’s fear of commitment had been your relationship’s downfall. It was the downfall of nearly every other relationship Derek had ever had too. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have someone to spend the rest of his life with - it was that he didn’t know how to spend the rest of his life with someone. He’d taken a couple years to warm up to even his friends, let alone a romantic partner.
“I didn’t do anything to hurt you purposefully and you know it,” Derek warned, his finger pointed towards you.
“Is that so? You dumped me pretty abruptly, you could have timed it better.”
“Let’s not split hairs, ok?” Derek sighed again, his scowl softening as he looked you up and down, as if committing the way you looked now to memory.
“Can you please stop staring at me?”
“Sorry, I just - you know, I’ve always thought I may have made a mistake all those years ago. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again to be able to make things right but…if you’re willing, maybe you could give me a chance? Or at least let me explain things to you?”
You frowned as you noticed Derek’s expression. It wasn’t his usual stone-faced aloofness that everyone had grown to expect from him. Instead, his face was emotional, his eyes full of remorse and regret, his lips turned slightly into a hopeful smile - a look you’d rarely seen before on his face. Letting out a sigh, you nodded your head slowly, arms folding across your chest as you looked him up and down.
“You better start talking, you’ve got 5 years to make up for,” you said as you fought back a smirk, realizing that Derek likely felt the same way you had all these years.
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LOVE IS EMBARRASSING ➳ K. SUNOO
➙ synopsis: you felt like a complete fool. you told everyone he was 'the one' but seeing sunoo with someone else hit you like a truck. it was humiliating having to deal with the fact that you so easily fell for him and yet he had his eyes set on someone else. you knew you had to let him go and yet you were still holding on onto false hope.
pairing: kim sunoo x fem!reader (but i'm sure it's gn imo as far as I am concerned)
genre: angst, unrequited love au
word count: 1.6k
warnings: not proofread, reader cries, reader self hating, just alot of hurt
a/n: here is the next update. I haven't been writing much due to my final exams but I hope you still like this though :)
— GUTS X ENHYPEN SERIES MASTERLIST !
"Are you still waiting on him to call you?" you hear your roommate ask as she catches you checking your phone every few minutes as you laid sprawled across your bed.
Not that you wanted to admit it but it was true.
It had been a week or so since Sunoo had last spoken to you and asked for you to give him some 'space'.
It was more than obvious this was just his way of trying to get you to back off but on the other hand you wanted to think of this in a more positive light and assume he was simply busy in his own personal life.
"No, not at all. Sunoo isn't ignoring me or anything. He just has an extremely busy and demanding life." you try to defend not only yourself but try to excuse Sunoo's poor behaviour.
For hours and days you waited for some sort of communication from Sunoo and got nothing, you really were a fool.
Kim Sunoo was a close friend of yours you had been introduced to at school when you both joined the drama club at your college and his bright smile and pretty eyes instantly won you over.
It didn't take long for you to realise that you were deeply infatuated by the guy and slowly but surely, you were also falling in love with him too.
"I think he's the one." you admit to your best friend sitting on the bleachers watching Sunoo play rugby with a group of his friends and you hear her burst out in laughter to your statement leaving you puzzled.
"What's so funny?" you ask her as she calms down from her laughing.
"You haven't even known Sunoo for that long and you are so sure that this is end game? He'll you haven't even went out on a single date with him." she tells you factually not believing what you had just said but you nod in response to her previous question admiring as he played down by the field.
"Yeah I do think it's end game. How long I've known him or the fact that we haven't gone on a date doesn't matter, what does is I can definitely see myself walking down the aisle with him having the picture perfect wedding." you say confidently taking a sip of your drink.
It may have sounded incredibly delusional but you could really see it, Sunoo was everything you wanted in a partner and you were smitten to the point of imagining the possibility of tying the knot with him.
As if having heard you talking about him, Sunoo lifts his head up meeting your gaze before flashing his bright smile and throwing a friendly wave at you as you shyly waved back.
He truly seemed perfect in your eyes at the beginning, but you also knew Sunoo was unattainable.
He had been in an on and off relationship with a past lover of his and even when they weren't together, you could tell Sunoo wasn't completely over his ex either.
Although you didn't want that to stop you from still pursuing him.
You thought building a friendship with Sunoo first was a step in the right direction to getting to know him and before you knew it, you were a close friend in his group of friends, a confidant to him.
He could always turn to you even with his own relationship problems because it was just a friendship basis between the two of you… right?
Because of this, you somehow put your feelings on the back burner always being at Sunoo's beck and call for the days he wanted to celebrate with a few drinks because he got back together with his ex girlfriend, to the rainy nights he cried into your shoulder because they had yet again broken up and she had a new boyfriend.
You thought that just maybe through everything you had been through always being by his side, that just maybe Sunoo would finally notice you as more than just a friend he can go to after a rough patch with his ex.
You had finally mustered up the courage to confess to him at a party his friend was hosting but soon backed out last minute out of fear of rejection although later that very same night after a few drinks, you ended up telling Sunoo you liked him to which he simply thought you were too drunk and talking nonsense.
It had been a few days since that happened and you were too embarrassed to face Sunoo but you knew you would have to clear the air and reconfirm your feelings in a sober state and talking to Sunoo was your biggest priority at that moment.
Making your way to the music room where you had been informed he was, you take a deep breath stepping closer to the door as you heard the faint sound of Sunoo's voice and another girl laughing.
Peeping through the slightly open door you notice Sunoo sitting by the piano with his now ex girlfriend as they played the instrument together.
Watching the two, your eyes start filling up with tears and suddenly his ex now has her hand on his face pulling Sunoo closer as they shared an intimate kiss.
You felt your legs weaken as a soft gasp escaped your lips witnessing the scene in front of you but also capturing the attention of the two. Before they could notice you, with the little strength you had left, you ran to the nearest bathroom, locking yourself in the stall as you were crying as your chest ached.
You felt incredibly embarrassed as of right now, but more than ever, you felt hurt.
This was all so stupid, YOU felt stupid too!
For months you tried to express yourself and your feelings so vulnerably but it felt like you were talking to a wall.
Maybe you just weren't good enough for him… that no matter how much you sacrificed of yourself you still wouldn't be pretty, smart or good enough for Sunoo.
You were losing so much of yourself for him but no matter how much you gave up… you would only end up coming back to him.
Yes, Sunoo knew about your feelings for him but despite having confessed (drunkenly), it felt like he was slowly starting to push you away.
You felt like a fool for trying so hard to win someone over knowing very well his heart belonged to someone else but you still held onto this little grain of hope that maybe he could come around and realise he had to move on (and preferably to you).
You had tried to move on yourself as well, anything to distract you from Sunoo.
From join other clubs to even getting a 'second-string' weirdo to try forget about the unrequited love but to no avail. Even blatantly avoiding him worked against your favour when he came looking for you.
"Hey, (Y/n)! I haven't seen you in awhile, I almost thought you were avoiding me." Sunoo stops you in the hallway as he jokingly adds on that last part expecting you to laugh along to which you hadn't.
"I've just been busy I guess… see you another time." you respond blandly not even looking up at him.
Before you could turn around and take your leave Sunoo gently grabbed on your wrist stopping you from leaving as he quickly detected something was wrong.
"Are you okay? You've never-" he asks before you cut him off reassuring him you were perfectly fine as you managed to get your hand out of his grip.
"Are you sure? I can-" he double checks trying to look into your eyes as you still avoided eye contact.
"Sunoo please… please just stop okay. Everything between us is so confusing and I'm the one left hurting. One minute you act all sweet and caring around me then the next you need 'space' away from me and don't talk to me for weeks. I feel like a measly second option to you and it's so embarrassing. You know how i feel about you and you still haven't expressed how you feel, you just go back to talking to me like nothing happened at all when there's been this big elephant in the room. I don't want to just keep being the person you go to when you cry over your ex, I wanted to be yours but clearly we aren't on the same page with that." you let out holding back your tears.
All of this had been weighing heavily on your chest and finally being able to tell him felt like you no longer carried any burdens.
Sunoo on the other hand stood quietly in front of you looking down seemingly taking in what you had said.
Everything was starting to hit him and the guilt was seeping in too.
All this time he knew how you felt about him but he only put up a wall and avoided confronting the situation because he knew he still was too invested in his relationship with his ex.
"I-" Sunoo croaks out but was stopped by your words.
"Maybe this time I need some space from you." you say coldly as you looked him straight in the eye before turning around and leaving to go to your next class.
Breaking the strong facade after being out of his sight, you wipe the tear running down your cheek before shortly looking back then continuing on your way.
Love was a lot of things.
It could be a crazy adventure, a sweet dream, a heartbreaking experience and an intense whirlwind for some.
But love sure was just downright embarrassing for you.
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